"In that watch," he hissed, "I have set a poisoned needle in a spring that will be released and will plunge it into her arm at exactly three o'clock. On the needle is ricinus!"
Craig advanced, furious. As he did so, Clutching Hand pointed calmly to the clock. It was twenty minutes of three!
With a mental struggle, Kennedy controlled his loathing of the creature before him.
"All right—but you'll hear from me—sooner than you suspect," he shouted, starting for the door.
Then he came back and lifted his hat, hiding as much as possible the selenium cell, letting the light fall on it.
"Only Elaine's life has saved you."
With a last threat he dashed out. He hailed a cab, returning from some steamship wharves not far away.
"Quick!" he ordered, giving the Dodge address on Fifth Avenue.
Minute after minute the police and I waited. Was anything wrong? Where was Craig?
Just then a tremor grew into a tinkle, then came the strong burr of the bell. Kennedy needed us.