Having completed fixing the batteries and wires, Clutching Hand ran the wires along the moulding on the wall overhead, from the fireplace until he was directly over Elaine's picture. Skillfully, he managed to fix the wires, using them in place of the picture wires to support the framed photograph. Then he carefully moved the photograph until it hung very noticeably askew on the wall.
The last wire joined, he looked about the room, then noiselessly moved to the window and raised the shade.
Quickly he raised his hand and brought the fingers slowly together. It was the sign.
Off in the alley, the express driver and his helper were still gazing up through the opera glass.
"What d'ye see, Bill?" he asked, handing over the glass.
The other took it and looked. "It's him—the Hand, Jack," whispered the helper, handing the glasses back.
They jumped into the wagon and away it rattled.
Jensen was smoking placidly as the wagon pulled up the second time.
"Sorry," said the driver sheepishly, "but we delivered the cabinet to the wrong Mr. Kennedy."
He pulled out the inevitable book to prove it.