"Well," said Bennett, glancing at his watch and rising as he turned to
Elaine, "I'm afraid I must go, now."
He crossed over to where she stood and shook hands. There was no doubt that Bennett was very much smitten by his fair client.
"Good-bye, Mr. Bennett," she murmured, "and thank you so much for what you have done for me today."
But there was something lifeless about the words. She turned quickly to
Craig, who had remained standing.
"Must you go, too, Mr. Kennedy?" she asked, noticing his position.
"I'm afraid Mr. Jameson and I must be back on the job before this
Clutching Hand gets busy again," he replied reluctantly.
"Oh, I hope you—we get him soon!" she exclaimed, and there was nothing lifeless about the way she gave Craig her hand, as Bennett, he and I left a moment later.
. . . . . . . .
That morning I had noticed Kennedy fussing some time at the door of our apartment before we went over to the laboratory. As nearly as I could make out he had placed something under the rug at the door out into the hallway.
When we approached our door, now, Craig paused. By pressing a little concealed button he caused a panel in the wall outside to loosen, disclosing a small, boxlike plate in the wall underneath.