Wherefore Limpy had a grievance and now descended under pressure
to the low level of snitching to Dodge in his office.
"No, Governor," the trembling wretch had said as he handed over a
grimy envelope, "I ain't never seen his face--but here is
directions how to find his hang-out."
As Limpy ambled out, he turned to Dodge, quivering at the enormity
of his unpardonable sin in gang-land, "For God's sake, Governor,"
he implored, "don't let on how you found out!"
And yet Limpy Red had scarcely left with his promise not to tell,
when Dodge, happening to turn over some papers came upon an
envelope left on his own desk, bearing that mysterious Clutching
Hand!
He tore it open, and read in amazement:
"Destroy Limpy Red's instructions within the next hour."
Dodge gazed about in wonder. This thing was getting on his nerves.
He determined to go home and rest.
Outside the house, as he left his car, pasted over the monogram on
the door, he had found another note, with the same weird mark and
the single word:
"Remember!"
Much of this I had already gathered from what I overheard Dodge
telling Bennett as they entered the library. Some, also, I have
pieced together from the story of a servant who overheard.
At any rate, in spite of the pleadings of young Bennett, Dodge
refused to take warning.
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