The noise of the departing Satanists had scarcely died away when
Clutching Hand stepped out.
"Follow me," he ordered hoarsely seizing Long Sin by the arm and
leading him away.
They passed through the passageway of the fireplace and, having
entered the seance room, Clutching Hand began briefly explaining
the purpose of the preparations that had been made. Long Sin
wagged his head in voluble approval.
As Clutching Hand finished, the Chinaman turned to the hard-faced
woman who was to act the part of medium and added some directions
to those Clutching Hand had already given.
The medium nodded acquiescence, and a moment later, left the room
to carry out some ingenious plot framed by the master mind of the
criminal world.
. . . . . . . .
Elaine was standing in the library gazing sadly at Kennedy's
portrait, thinking over recent events and above all the rebuff
over the telephone which she supposed she had received.
It all seemed so unreal to her. Surely, she felt in her heart, she
could not have been so mistaken in the man. Yet the facts seemed
to speak for themselves.
In spite of it all, she was almost about to kiss the portrait when
something seemed to stay her hands. Instead she laid the picture
down, with a sigh.
A moment later, Jennings entered with a card on a salver.
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