A musical laugh rippled over the telephone. "Yes, I'm all right, thank you, Mr. Kennedy—and I put the package you sent me into the safe, but—"
"Package?" frowned Craig. "Why, I sent you no package, Miss Dodge. In the safe?"
"Why, yes, and the safe is all covered with moisture—and so cold."
"Moisture—cold?" he repeated quickly.
"Yes, I have been wondering if it is all right. In fact, I was going to call you up, only I was afraid you'd think I was foolish."
"I shall be right over," he answered hastily, clapping the receiver back on its hook. "Walter," he added, seizing his hat and coat, "come on—hurry!"
A few minutes later we drove up in a taxi before the Dodge house and rang the bell.
Jennings admitted us sleepily.
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It could not have been long after we left Miss Dodge late in the afternoon that Susie Martin, who had been quite worried over our long absence after the attempt to rob her father, dropped in on Elaine. Wide-eyed, she had listened to Elaine's story of what had happened.