What did he think he could do--
blocks away?
"It works both ways," he muttered. "Help! Murder! Police!"
We could hear the astounded cursing of the two men. Also, down the
hall, now, we could hear footsteps approaching in answer to his
call for help--Aunt Josephine, Jennings, Marie, and others, all
shouting out that there were cries in the library.
"The deuce! What is it?" muttered a gruff voice.
"The man in armor!" hissed Clutching Hand.
"Here they come, too, Chief!"
There was a parting scuffle.
"There--take that!"
A loud metallic ringing came from the vocaphone.
Then, silence!
What had happened
. . . . . . . .
In the library, recovered from their first shock of surprise, Dan
cried out to the Clutching Hand, "The deuce. What is it?"
Then, looking about, Clutching Hand quickly took in the situation.
"The man in armor!" he pointed out.
Dan was almost dead with fright at the weird thing.
"Here they come, too, Chief," he gasped, as, down the hall he
could hear the family shouting out that someone was in the
library.
With a parting thrust, Clutching Hand sent Elaine reeling.
She held on to only a corner of the papers. He had the greater
part of them. They were torn and destroyed, anyway.
Finally, with all the venomousness of which he was capable,
Clutching Hand rushed at the armor suit, drew back his gloved
fist, and let it shoot out squarely in a vicious solar plexus
blow.
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