It was
just like this."
She took his arm and before he knew it, led him to the spot on the
floor near the window which Dan had indicated. Meanwhile Dan was
listening attentively in his closet.
"Now--stand there. You are just as I was--only I didn't expect
anything."
She was pantomiming someone approaching stealthily while Kennedy
watched her with interest, tinged with doubt. Behind Craig, in his
closet, Dan was reaching for the switchboard button.
"You see," she said advancing quickly and acting her words, "he
placed his hands on my shoulders--so--then threw his arms about my
neck--so."
She said no more, but imprinted a deep, passionate kiss on
Kennedy's mouth, clinging closely to him. Before Kennedy could
draw away, Dan, in the closet, had pressed the button and the
switch several times in rapid succession.
"Th-that's very realistic," gasped Craig, a good deal taken aback
by the sudden osculatory assault.
He frowned.
"I--I'll look into the case," he said, backing away. "There may be
some scientific explanation--but--er--"
He was plainly embarrassed and hastened to make his adieux.
Kennedy had no more than shut the door before Dan, with a gleeful
laugh, burst out of the closet and flung his own arms about
Florrie in an embrace that might have been poisoned, it is true,
but was none the less real for that.
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