"Very well, go ahead!" he agreed.
We followed the crook, Craig still holding the deadly box of fulminate of mercury carefully balanced so that if anyone shot him from a hiding place it would drop.
. . . . . . . .
No sooner had we gone than Gertie hurried to the nearest telephone to inform the Clutching Hand of our escape.
Elaine had sunk back into the chair, as the telephone rang. Clutching
Hand answered it.
A moment later, in uncontrollable fury he hurled the instrument to the floor.
"Here—we've got to act quickly—that devil has escaped again," he hissed. "We must get her away. You keep her here. I'll be back—right away—with a car."
He dashed madly from the church, pulling off his mask as he gained the street.
. . . . . . . .
Kennedy had forced the crook ahead of us into the car which was waiting and I followed, taking the wheel this time.