He shoved in the brace
and bit also.
"Come on--hurry!" he urged.
We must have made record time in getting to the Coste. It was an
ornate place, where merely to breathe was expensive. We entered
and by some excuse Kennedy contrived to get past the vigilant
bellhops. We passed the telephone switchboard and entered the
elevator, getting off at the fifth floor.
With a hasty glance up and down the corridor, to make sure no one
was about, Kennedy came to room 509, then passed to the next, 511,
opening the door with a skeleton key. We entered and Craig locked
the door behind us. It was an ordinary hotel room, but well-
furnished. Fortunately it was unoccupied.
Quietly Craig went to the door which led to the next room. It was,
of course, locked also. He listened a moment carefully. Not a
sound. Quickly, with an exclamation of satisfaction, he opened
that door also and went into 509.
This room was much like that in which we had already been. He
opened the hall door.
"Watch here, Walter," he directed, "Let me know at the slightest
alarm."
Craig had already taken the brace and bit from the bag and started
to bore through the wall into room 511, selecting a spot behind a
picture of a Spanish dancer--a spot directly back of her snapping
black eyes. He finished quickly and inserted the detectascope so
that the lens fitted as an eye in the picture.
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