"All right, dear," answered Aunt Josephine, not quite clear in her mind what subtle change there was in Elaine.
. . . . . . . .
Half an hour later I was waiting near the house in the suburbs to which
I had been directed by the strange telephone call the day before. I
noticed that it was apparently deserted. The blinds were closed and a
"To Let" sign was on the side of the house.
"Hello, Walter," cried Craig at last, bustling along. He stopped a moment to look at the house. Then, together, we went up the steps and we rang the bell, gazing about.
"Strange," muttered Craig. "The house looks deserted."
He pointed out the sign and the generally unoccupied look of the place. Nor was there any answer to our ring. Kennedy paused only a second, in thought.
"Come on, Walter," he said with a sudden decision. "We've got to get in here somehow."
He led the way around the side of the house to a window, and with a powerful grasp, wrenched open the closed shutters. He had just smashed the window viciously with his foot when a policeman appeared.
"Hey, you fellows—what are you doing there?" he shouted.
Craig paused a second, then pulled his card from his pocket.