"Liquid air!" he answered. "As it evaporated, the terrific
pressure of expanding air in the safe increased until it blew out
the door. That is what caused the cold sweating and the groans."
We watched him, startled.
On the other side of the portieres Michael and Clutching Hand
waited. Then, in the general confusion, Clutching Hand slowly
disappeared, foiled.
"Where did this package come from?" asked Kennedy of Jennings
suspiciously.
Jennings looked blank.
"Why," put in Elaine, "Michael brought it to me."
"Get Michael," ordered Kennedy.
"Yes, sir," nodded Jennings.
A moment later he returned. "I found him, going upstairs,"
reported Jennings, leading Michael in.
"Where did you get this package?" shot out Kennedy.
"It was left at the door, sir, by a boy, sir."
Question after question could not shake that simple, stolid
sentence. Kennedy frowned.
"You may go," he said finally, as if reserving something for
Michael later.
A sudden exclamation followed from Elaine as Michael passed down
the hall again. She had moved over to the desk, during the
questioning, and was leaning against it.
Inadvertently she had touched an envelope. It was addressed,
"Craig Kennedy."
Craig tore it open, Elaine bending anxiously over his shoulder,
frightened.
We read:
"YOU HAVE INTERFERED FOR THE LAST TIME.
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