Up in the room in the joint, the hunched up figure stood by the table. He had taken his hat off and placed it carefully on the table, and was now waiting.
Suddenly a noise at the door startled him. He listened. Then he backed away from the door and drew a revolver.
As the door slowly opened there entered another figure, hat over his eyes, collar up, a handkerchief over his face, the exact counterpart of the first!
For a moment each glared at the other.
"Hands up!" shouted the first figure, hoarsely, moving the gun and closing the door, with his foot.
The newcomer slowly raised his crooked hand over his head, as the blue steel revolver gaped menacingly.
With a quick movement of the other hand, the first sinister figure removed the handkerchief from his face and straightened up.
It was Kennedy!
"Come over to the center of the room," ordered Kennedy.
Clutching Hand obeyed, eyeing his captor closely.