Elaine, her eyes open, now, was gazing up at him, and a wan smile flitted over her beautiful face.
Kennedy had taken her hand, and as he heard us enter, turned half way to us, while we stared in blank wonder from Elaine to the weird and complicated electrical apparatus.
"It is the life-current," he said simply, patting the Leduc apparatus with his other hand.
CHAPTER XI
THE HOUR OF THREE
With the ominous forefinger of his Clutching Hand extended, the master criminal emphasized his instructions to his minions.
"Perry Bennett, her lawyer, is in favor again with Elaine Dodge," he was saying. "She and Kennedy are on the outs even yet. But they may become reconciled. Then she'll have that fellow on our trail again. Before that happens, we must 'get' her—see?"
It was in the latest headquarters to which Craig had chased the criminal, in one of the toughest parts of the old Greenwich village, on the west side of New York, not far from the river front.
They were all seated in a fairly large but dingy old room, in which were several chairs, a rickety table and, against the wall, a roll-top desk on the top of which was a telephone.
Several crooks of the gang were sitting about, smoking.