Back of it could be seen a camera shutter. Dan worked the shutter
several times to see whether it was all right.
"One of those new quick shutter cameras," he explained.
Then he ran a couple of wires along the moulding, around the room
and into a closet, where he made the connection with a sort of
switchboard on which a button was marked, "SHUTTER" and the
switch, "WIND FILM."
"Now, Flirty," he said, coming out of the closet and pulling up
the shade which let a flood of sunlight into the room, "you see, I
want you to stand here--then, do your little trick. Get me?"
"I get you Steve," she laughed.
Just then the bell rang.
"That must be Jameson," she cried. "Now--get to your corner."
With a last look Dan went into the closet and shut the door.
Perhaps half an hour later, Clutching Hand himself called me up on
the telephone. It was he--not the Star--as I learned only too
late.
. . . . . . . .
I had scarcely got out of the house, as Craig told me afterwards,
when Flirty Florrie told all over again the embroidered tale that
had caught my ear.
Kennedy said nothing, but listened intently, perhaps betraying in
his face the scepticism he felt.
"You see," she said, still voluble and eager to convince him, "I
was only walking on the street. Here,--let me show you.
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