With a keen glance around, the driver and his helper made
sure that no one was about.
"Such a shaking up as you've given me!" growled a voice as the
cabinet door opened. "But I've got him this time!"
It was the Clutching Hand.
"There, men, you can leave me here," he ordered.
He motioned to them to drive off and, as they did so, pulled off
his masking handkerchief and dived into a narrow street leading up
to a thoroughfare.
. . . . . . . .
Craig gazed into our living room cautiously.
"I can't see anything wrong," he said to me as I stood just beside
him. "Miss Dodge," he added, "will you and the rest excuse me if I
ask you to wait just a moment longer?"
Elaine watched him, fascinated. He crossed the room, then went
into each of our other rooms. Apparently nothing was wrong and a
minute later he reappeared at the doorway.
"I guess it's all right," he said. "Perhaps it was only Jensen,
the janitor."
Elaine, Aunt Josephine and Susie Martin entered. Craig placed
chairs for them, but still I could see that he was uneasy. From
time to time, while they were admiring one of our treasures after
another, he glanced about suspiciously. Finally he moved over to a
closet and flung the door open, ready for anything. No one was in
the closet and he closed it hastily.
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