Clutching Hand had told him to deliver it--and he had done so!
Hastily I filled a pail with water and brought it to Kennedy.
"If it is really a bomb," I remarked, "why not put the thing out
of commission?"
"No, no, Walter," he cried quickly, shaking his head. "If it's a
chemical bomb, the water might be just the thing to make the
chemicals run together and set it off. No, let us see what the new
X-ray machine can tell us, first."
He took the bomb and carefully placed it under the wonderful rays,
then with the fluoroscope over his eyes studied the shadow cast by
the rays on its sensitive screen. For several minutes he continued
safely studying it from every angle, until he thoroughly
understood it.
"It's a bomb, sure enough," Craig exclaimed, looking up from it at
last to me. "It's timed by an ingenious and noiseless little piece
of clockwork, in there, too. And it's powerful enough to blow us
all, the laboratory included, to kingdom come."
As he spoke, and before I could remonstrate with him, he took the
infernal machine and placed it on a table where he set to work on
the most delicate and dangerous piece of dissection of which I
have ever heard.
Carefully unwrapping the bomb and unscrewing one part while he
held another firm, he finally took out of it a bottle of liquid
and some powder.
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