She took it, with surprise still written in her big blue eyes.
"Oh--thank you--I might have known it was only a blackmail
scheme," she cried eagerly.
Craig held out his hand and she took it quickly, gazing into his
eyes. Craig bowed politely, not quite knowing what to do under the
circumstances.
If he had been less of a scientist, he might have understood the
look on her face, but, with a nod to me, he turned, and went.
As she looked first at him, then at the paltry ten thousand in her
hand, Elaine stamped her little foot in vexation.
"I'm glad I DIDN'T say anything more," she cried. "No--no--he
shall beg my pardon first--there!"
CHAPTER XIII
THE DEVIL WORSHIPPERS
Elaine was seated in the drawing room with Aunt Josephine one
afternoon, when her lawyer, Perry Bennett, dropped in
unexpectedly.
He had hardly greeted them when the butler, Jennings, in his usual
impassive manner announced that Aunt Josephine was wanted on the
telephone.
No sooner were Elaine and Bennett alone, than Elaine, turning to
him, exclaimed impulsively, "I'm so glad you have come. I have
been longing to see you and to tell you about a strange dream I
have had."
"What was it?" he asked, with instant interest.
Leaning back in her chair and gazing before her tremulously,
Elaine continued, "Last night, I dreamed that father came to me
and told me that if I would give up Kennedy and put my trust in
you, I would find the Clutching Hand.
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