Long Sin departed
as stealthily as he had come, the frightful engine of destruction
hugged up carefully under his wide-sleeved coolie shirt.
For a moment Clutching Hand gave himself up to the exquisite
contemplation of what he had just done, then turned to clean up
his workshop.
. . . . . . . .
In Kennedy's laboratory I was watching Craig make some experiments
with a new X-ray apparatus which had just arrived, occasionally
looking through the fluoroscope when he was examining some
unusually interesting object.
We were oblivious to the passage of time, and only a call over our
speaking tube diverted our attention.
I opened the door and a few seconds later Long Sin himself
entered.
Kennedy looked up inquiringly as the Chinaman approached, holding
out a package which he carried.
"A bomb," he said, in the most matter of fact way. "I promised to
have it placed in your laboratory before night."
The placid air with which the grotesque looking Chinaman imparted
this astounding information was in itself preposterous. His
actions and words as he laid the package down gingerly on the
laboratory table indicated that he was telling the truth.
Kennedy and I stared at each other in blank amazement for a
moment. Then the humor of the thing struck us both and we laughed
outright.
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