Finally, however, I saw a coil of fine wire drop rapidly to the
ground from a window somewhere above. I made a dash for it, as
though I were trying to rush the trenches, seized my prize and
without looking back to see where it came from, beat a hasty
retreat.
Around the lot I skirted, until at last I reached the place where
the police were waiting. Quickly we fastened the wire to the bell.
We waited.
Not a sound from the bell.
Up in the room in the joint, the hunched up figure stood by the
table. He had taken his hat off and placed it carefully on the
table, and was now waiting.
Suddenly a noise at the door startled him. He listened. Then he
backed away from the door and drew a revolver.
As the door slowly opened there entered another figure, hat over
his eyes, collar up, a handkerchief over his face, the exact
counterpart of the first!
For a moment each glared at the other.
"Hands up!" shouted the first figure, hoarsely, moving the gun and
closing the door, with his foot.
The newcomer slowly raised his crooked hand over his head, as the
blue steel revolver gaped menacingly.
With a quick movement of the other hand, the first sinister figure
removed the handkerchief from his face and straightened up.
It was Kennedy!
"Come over to the center of the room," ordered Kennedy.
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