"It works—yet!" he cried excitedly to me. "Elaine!"
"Yes, Craig," came back over the faithful little instrument.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes—all right."
"Thank heaven!" breathed Craig, pushing me aside.
Literally he kissed that vocaphone as if it had been human!
CHAPTER IX
THE DEATH RAY
Kennedy was reading a scientific treatise one morning, while I was banging on the typewriter, when a knock at the laboratory door disturbed us.
By some intuition, Craig seemed to know who it was. He sprang to open the door, and there stood Elaine Dodge and her lawyer, Perry Bennett.