Hastily he threw off his handkerchief, slouch hat, old coat and
trousers. A neat striped pair of trousers replaced the old, frayed
and baggy pair. A new shirt, then a sporty vest and a frock coat
followed. As he put the finishing touches on, he looked for all
the world like a bewhiskered foreigner.
With a silk hat and stick, he surveyed himself, straightening his
tie. At the door of the new headquarters, a few seconds later, I
stood with the police.
"Not a sign of him anywhere," growled one of the officers.
Nor was there. Down the street we could see only a straight well-
dressed, distinguished looking man who had evidently walked down
to the docks to see a friend off, perhaps.
Elaine was sitting in the library reading when Aunt Josephine
turned to her.
"What time is it, dear?" she asked.
Elaine glanced at her pretty new trinket.
"Nearly three, Auntie--a couple of minutes," she said.
Just then there came the sound of feet running madly down the hall
way. They jumped up, startled.
Kennedy, his coat flying, and hat jammed over his eyes, had almost
bowled over poor Jennings in his mad race down the hall.
"Well," demanded Elaine haughtily, "what's--"
Before she knew what was going on, Craig hurried up to her and
literally ripped the watch off her wrist, breaking the beautiful
bracelet.
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