"Oh, why did I
send him away? Why didn't I believe him?"
Then she thought of what had happened, of how she had been seized
by Dan the Dude in the deserted house, of how the noxious gas had
overcome her.
They had told her of how Craig had risked his life to save her,
how she had been brought home, still only half alive, after his
almost miraculous work with the new electric machine.
There was his picture. She had not taken that away. As she looked
at it, a wave of feeling came over her. Mechanically, she put out
her hand to the telephone.
She was about to take off the receiver, when something seemed to
stay her hand. She wanted him to come to her.
And, if either of them had called the other just then, they would
have probably crossed wires.
Of such stuff are the quarrels of lovers.
Craig's eye fell on the telegraphone, and an idea seemed to occur
to him.
"Walter, you and Chase bring that thing along," he said a moment
later.
He paused long enough to take a badge from the drawer of a
cabinet, and went out. We followed him, lugging the telegraphone.
At last we came to the apartment house at which Chase had located
the woman.
"There it is," he pointed out, as I gave a groan of relief, for
the telegraphone was getting like lead.
Kennedy nodded and drew from his pocket the badge I had seen him
take from the cabinet.
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