He
reached the foot of the iron steps leaped off and ran quickly
away.
Shouting a few directions to the secretary, the clerks and Elaine,
Kennedy climbed through the window and darted down the fire escape
in swift pursuit.
The Clutching Hand, however, managed to elude capture again.
Turning the street corner he leaped into a taxi which happened to
be standing there, and, hastily giving the driver directions, was
driven rapidly away. By the time Kennedy reached the street
Clutching Hand had disappeared.
. . . . . . . .
While these exciting events were occurring in Bennett's office
some queer doings were in progress in the heart of Chinatown.
Deep underground, in one of the catacombs known only to the
innermost members of the Chinese secret societies, was Long Sin's
servant, Tong Wah, popularly known as "the hider," engaged in some
mysterious work.
A sinister-looking Chinaman, dressed in coolie costume, he was
standing at a table in a dim and musty, high-ceilinged chamber,
faced with stone and brick. Before him were several odd shaped
Chinese vials, and from these he was carefully measuring certain
proportions, as if concocting some powerful potion.
He stepped back and looked around suspiciously as he suddenly
heard footsteps above. The next moment Long Sin, who had entered
through a trap door, climbed down a long ladder and walked into
the room.
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