"Come--you!" I ground out, covering my own crook with the pistol,
"and if you attempt a getaway, I'll kill you, too!"
He followed, trembling, unnerved.
We bent over the man. It seemed that every bone in his body must
be broken. He groaned, and before I could even attempt anything
for him, he was dead.
. . . . . . . .
As Kennedy let himself slowly and painfully down the lightning
rod, Elaine seized him and, with all her strength, pulled him in
through the window.
He was quite weak now from loss of blood.
"Are you--all right?" she gasped, as they reached the foot of the
ladder in the belfry.
Craig looked down at his torn and soiled clothes. Then, in spite
of the smarting pain of his wounds, he smiled, "Yes--all right!"
"Thank heaven!" she murmured fervently, trying to staunch the flow
of blood.
Craig gazed at her eagerly. The great look of relief in her face
seemed to take away all the pain from his own face. In its place
came a look of wonder--and hope.
He could not resist.
"This time--it was you--saved me!" he cried, "Elaine!"
Involuntarily his arms sought hers--and he held her a moment,
looking deep into her wonderful eyes.
Then their faces came slowly together in their first kiss.
CHAPTER VIII
THE HIDDEN VOICE
"Jameson--wake up!"
The strain of the Dodge case was beginning to tell on me, for it
was keeping us at work at all kinds of hours to circumvent the
Clutching Hand, by far the cleverest criminal with whom Kennedy
had ever had anything to do.
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