Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-03

tinny as ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS 1t, so to
speak. Then, If necessary. we can lay it to
the fact that the wires are out Of order
somewhere
Good, but when-when can we do ft?"
Durkn paced the room with his old-tme
restless. animal-like stride. while Frances
readjusted her receiver and restlessly took
her seat in the wicker rocker once more.
This is Friday. That leaves Saturday
night the only possible night for the-er-
the invasion. Then, you see. we get a whole
day for a margin. First. we've got to find
out exactly what time Ottenheimer himself
leaves the place. and whether it's Phipps.
or some one else, who closes up, and just
what time he does it,
They close at half-past on Saturdays.
Ottenheimer has already made an engage
ment for tomorrow, about at the Astor,
with an Importer. to doctor up some invoice
or other"
I'VE could make that do: though. of
course. any one in his office would be more
likely to suspect call from the Aston, be-
ing public place. You must find out.
definitely. this afternoon. just who it is
hold of some little business detail or two,
to ding In at him in case he has any sus-
picions."
THAT shouldn't be so very difficult.
nearer Ottenheimer's voice"
'1'll have a rehearsal or two alone
though, I guess. we can muffle up that
phone to suit our purpose MY last trouble
now Is to find out how I'm going to get
through those two doors without powder"
Again he fell to pacing the little room
| with his distracted stride, silently testing
| contingency after contingency. examining
and rejecting the full gamut Of possibilities.
Sometimes he stood before the woman with
the receiver, staring at her with vacant and
unseeing eyes; at other times he paced be-
tween her and the window: Then he paused
before the little green coils OF wire that
stretched across the room. He studied them
with involuntary and childish movements
Of the head and hands. Then he suddenly
stood erect, ran to the back window and
flung it open.
My God. I've got 1T" he cried, running
back to where the woman still sat. listen
ing, I've got it!'
"How?" she asked catching her breath.
Eve got to eat my way through what
| may be, for all know, full inch Of Har-
veyized steel I've got to burrow and work
| to be done quickly, too. I've got to have
power, strong power.
He stopped, suddenly. and seemed to be
| working out the unmastered details in his
own mind, his eyes bent on a little shelf in
one corner of the room.
Have you ever seen an electric fan? You
| see this shelf, up here In the corner! Well.
at one time, an electric fan stood there
stood there whirling away at five or six
| thousand revolutions to the minute, and
with no more power than 1t takes to keep
| an ordinary off1ce-lamp alight. Right at
circuit. alive with moro than two hundred
! times that voltage. with power in plenty-a
I little condensed Niagara OF power-asking
| to be taken OF and made use OFF,
but what user
| II can capture and tame and control that
| power. Frank. I can make it my slave, and
carry 1t along with me. almost in my pocket.
| on mere thread of copper. I can make 1t
| q living, iron-eating otter, with q dozen
fangs-in the shape Of quarter-inch drills
| gnawing and biting and eating through that
| armor-plata door about the same as a rat
would gnaw through a wooden lath. oh,
we've got them, Frank! We've got them
| this timer
| mot until we know that combination.
| though" qualified the -thoughted
| woman In the wicker rocker, still not quite
| understanding how or in what the other
| had found SO potent and SO unexpected an
| ally. And while he leaned out of the win
| dow. studying the wire-distribution, she dis
| creetly slipped her watch-case receiver over
her head, In case anything of Importance
| should be going through over the tele-
phone.
| cTo be Continued Tomorrow