The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1915-07-01

ing Hand gets busy again. he replied
reluctantly
"Oh, hope you've get them soon.'
she exclaimed, and there was nothing
lifeless about the way she gave Craig
moment later.
When we approached our door, now,
Craig paused By pressing a little
concealed button he caused a panel
in the wall outside to loosen disclos-
ing a small, boxlike plate in the wall
underneath
1t was about foot long and perhaps
four inches wide. Through it ran a
piece of paper which unrolled from one
coil and wound up on another, actu
ated by clockwork. Across the blank
white paper ran an ink line traced by
a stylographic pen, used as l had
seen in mechanical pencils used in
Offices, hotels, banks and such places.
Kennedy examined the thing with
interest.
What is it," l asked.
"a new kinograph,' ne replied,
still gazing carefully at the rolled
up part of the paper. II have in
stalled 1t because it registers every
footstep on the floor of our apartment.
We can't be too careful with this
Clutching Hand. l want to know
whether we have had any visitors or
not in our absence This straight line
indicates that we have not. Wait
moment"
Craig hastily unlocked the door and
entered. Inside l could see him pac-
ing up and down our modest quarters.
do you see anything, Walter?"
he called
/ looked at the kinograph. The
pen had started to trace it's line, no
longer even and straight, but zigzag,
at different heights across the paper.
He came to the door. What do you
think of it?" he inquired
Some idea," l answered enthusi-
astically.
We entered and fell to work on a
special Sunday story that l had been
forced to neglect. | was not so busy,
however that l did not notice out of
the corner of my eye that Kennedy
had taken from it's cover Elaine
Dodge's picture and was gazing at it
ravenously.
/ had finished as much of the article
as l could do then and was smoking
and reading it over. Kennedy was
still gazing at the picture Miss Dodge
had given him, then moving from place
to place about the room, evidently
wondering where it would look best
doubt whether he had done another
blessed thing since we returned
He tried it on the mantel That
wouldn't do. At last he held it up be-
side a picture of Cation, think, Of
finger print and eugenics fame, who
hung on the wall directly opposite the
fireplace. Hastily he compared the
two. Elaine's. picture was precisely
the same size.
Next he tore out the picture of the
scientist and threw it carelessly into
the fireplace. Then he placed Elaine's
picture in it's place and hung it up
again, standing off to admire it.
I watched him gleefully. Was this
suddenly and pushed a book with a
bang on the floor Kennedy actually
jumped. picked up the book with a
muttered apology. No, this was not
the same old Craig.
Perhaps half an hour later was still
odu nj
and down the room, apparently unable
to concentrate his mind on any but
one subject.
He stopped moment before the
photograph, looked at it fixedly. Then
he started his methodical walk again,
hesitated, and went over to the tele-
phone, calling number which | rec
ognized.
"She must have been pretty well
done up by her experience" he said
alphabetically, catching my eye. Il
was wondering if-hello!-oh, Miss
Dodge-I-er-I-er called up to
see if you were all right"
Craig was very much embarrassed,
but also very much in earnest
A musical laugh rippled over the
telephone Eyes, I'm all right, thank
you, Mr.. Kennedy-and put the pack
age you sent me into the safe, but"
"Package?" frowned Craig. why,
sent you no package, Miss Dodge. In
the safer
why, yes, and the safe is all COW
cred with moisture-and SO cold"
"Moisture-cold?" he repeated
hastily.