I'll be back for it
tomorrow probably."
"Yas sah," nodded the boy, with a bow, as we went out.
We returned to the laboratory, where there seemed to be nothing we
could do now except wait for something to happen.
Kennedy, however, employed the time by plunging into work, most of
the time experimenting with a peculiar little coil to which ran
the wires of an ordinary electric bell.
Back in the new hang-out, the Clutching Hand was laying down the
law to his lieutenants and heelers, when Spike at last entered.
"Huh!" growled the master criminal, covering the fact that he was
considerably relieved to see him at last, "where have YOU been?
I've been off on a little job myself and got back."
Spike apologized profusely. He had succeeded so easily that he had
thought to take a little time to meet up with an old pal whom he
ran across, just out of prison.
"Yes sir," he replied hastily, "well, I went over to the Dodge
house, and I saw them finally. Followed them into a jewelry shop.
That lawyer bought her a wrist watch. So I bought one just like
it. I thought perhaps we could--" "Give it to me," growled
Clutching Hand, seizing it the moment Slim displayed it. "And
don't butt in--see?"
From the capacious desk, the master criminal pulled a set of small
drills, vices, and other jeweler's tools and placed them on the
table.
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