Then he
picked him up, shook him and ran him out of the room, delivering
one last kick as he went through the door. By the way Johnnie
went, it was quite evident that he was no more injured than the
chauffeur. Elaine did not know whether to be angry or to laugh,
but finally joined in the general laugh.
"That was Double-Jointed Johnnie," puffed the doctor, as he
returned to them, "one of the greatest accident fakers in the
city."
Elaine, having had two unfortunate experiences during the day, now
decided to go home and the doctor politely escorted her to her
car.
. . . . . . . .
From his closed car, the Clutching Hand gazed intently at the
Dodge house. He could see Dan on the ladder, now washing the
library window, his back toward him.
Dan turned slowly and made the sign of the hand. Turning to his
chauffeur, the master criminal spoke a few words in a low tone and
the driver hurried off.
A few minutes later the driver might have been seen entering a
near-by drug store and going into the telephone booth. Without a
moment's hesitation he called up the Dodge house and Marie,
Elaine's maid, answered.
"Is Jennings there?" he asked. "Tell him a friend wants to speak
to him."
"Wait a minute," she answered. "I'll get him."
Marie went toward the library, leaving the telephone off the hook.
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