And Miss Hollingsworth opened her hand, revealing a small cylindrical object.
"What is it?" asked Farley, curiously.
"Dynamite."
The man recoiled.
"I am not. There is enough of the explosive here to tear this house to pieces."
"Where did you get it? What are you going to do with it?"
"Never mind where I got it. As for what I am going to do with it, that you will learn very soon. Now, Jack Farley, will you listen to me?"
"Yes, yes; but give me that stuff, Olga."
"Sit down."