Kennedy worked quickly now, placing
the little box inside the breast plate of the ancient armourer
with the top of the instrument projecting right up into the
helmet. It was a strange combination--the medieval and the ultra-
modern.
"Now, Mrs. Dodge," he said finally, as he had completed installing
the thing and hiding the wire under carpets and rugs until it ran
out to the connection which he made with the telephone, "don't
breathe a word of it--to anyone. We don't know who to trust or
suspect."
"I shall not," she answered, by this time thoroughly educated in
the value of silence.
Kennedy looked at his watch.
"I've got an engagement with the telephone company, now," he said
rather briskly, although I knew that if Elaine had been there the
company and everything could have gone hang for the present.
"Sorry not to have seen Miss Elaine," he added as we bowed
ourselves out, "but I think we've got her protected now."
"I hope so," sighed her aunt.
. . . . . . . .
Elaine's car had stopped finally at a shop on Fifth Avenue. She
stepped out and entered, leaving her chauffeur to wait.
As she did so, Dan and Billy sidled along the crowded sidewalk.
"There she is, Billy," pointed out Dan as Elaine disappeared
through the swinging doors of the shop. "Now, you wait right
here," he instructed stealthily, "and when she comes out--you know
what to do.
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