The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-07-18
achievements of Craig Kennedy Scientific Detective ARTHUR REEVE

suddenly, without warning, low
toned bell rang before us and bright
, green light flashed UP.
/ That can have only one meaninsw
cried Craig excitedly. Some one is
down there in that inferno-perhaps
! the bombmaker himself"
! We looked at Kennedy, wondering
what he would do next From the
package in which he had brought the
two registering machines he quietly
took another package, wrapped up,
about eighteen inches long and appar-
emily very heavy. AS he did so he kept
his attention fixed on the telether-
mometer. Was he going to wait until
the bombmaker had finished what he
had come TO accomplish
! 1t was perhaps fifteen minutes af-
ter our first alarm that the signals
began to weaken.
Does that mean that he has gone
I escaped: inquired Carton anxiously.
! NO. 1t means that his furnace is
going at full power and that he has
forgotten it. 1t is what am waiting
for. Come on"
Selling the package as he hurried
from the room, Kennedy hurried out
on the street and down the outside
! -,
He paused at the thick door and
listened. Apparently there was not
sound from the other side, except A
whir OF motor and roar which
might have been from the furnace
Softly he tried the door. 1t was locked
on the inside
Was the bombmaker there still? He
! must be. Suppose he heard us. Would
| ha
| to perdition along with HIMSELF
! How were we to get past that door,
Really. the deathlike. stiffness on the
other side was more mysterious than
would have been the defamation of
some OF the criminals. explosive.
| Kennedy had evidently satisfied
! get into that chamber we must do it
ourselves, and we must do it quickly.
From the package which he carried
he pulled out a stubby little cylinder,
| perhaps eighteen inches long. vcrv
heavy, with short stump OF a lever
! projecting from one side Between
the stonework OF chimney and the
! barred door he laid it horizontally.
jamming in some pieces OF wood to
wedge it tighter.
die vigorously. The almost imprec-
nable door seemed slowly to bulge.
| Still there was no sign OF life from
within. Had the bombmaker LETT be-
fore we arrived?
This is my scientific sledge ham,
mer.' painted Kennedy, as he worked
the little lever backward and forward
more quickly-"a hydraulic ram. This
little jimmy, ii you want to call it
that, has a power OF ten tons. That
ought to be enough
1t seemed as If the door were slow
| ly being crushed in before the ire
! sistible tenton punch OF the hydraulic
ram.
Kennedy stopped. Evidently he did
not dare to crush the door in alto
gethcr. Quickly he released the ram
and placed it vertically. Under the
now yawning door jam he inserted
a powerful claw of the ram and again
! he began to work the handle.
A moment later the powerful door
buckled, and Kennedy deity swung
it outward so that it fell with crash
on the cellar floor
| AS the noise reverbrated. there came
a sound OF muttered curse from the
cavern. Some one was there.
We pressed forward.
On the floor, in the weird glare of
| the little furnace, lay a man and a
woman, the light playing over theft
/ CHASTITY, set features
Kennedy knelt over the man, who
was nearest the door
Call doctor. quick" he ordered.
reaching over and feeling the pulse or
! the woman, who had half fallen out
OF her chair. "They will be all right
soon. They took what they thought
was their usual adulterated cocaine
! see, here is the box in which it was.
Instead. | filled the box with the pure
drug. They'll come around Besides,
| Carton needs both OF them in his
fight"
Don't take any more" muttered
the woman, half conscious. There's
something wrong with it. Haddon."
looked more closely at the face
in the half darkness.
1t was Haddon himself.
Il knew he'd come back when the
craving for the drug became intense
enough remarked Kennedy.
Carton looked at Kennedy in
amazcment. Haddon was the last per
son in the world whom he had evil
IDENTIFY expected to discover here.
"How-what do you mean"
THE episode OF the telephone booth
| gave me the first hint. That is the
favorite stunt OF the drug fcnd-a
few minutes alone. and he thinks no
one is the wiser about his habit. The
drug. too. was killing his interest in
) Lorraine kcith-that is the last stage.
Yet under its influence. just as with
his lobbygow and lieutenant. Brodic,
he found power and inspiration. With
him it took the form OF bombs to pro-
tcct himself in his graft"
HE can't-escape this time-Lo-
raine. Wen leave it-at his house
you know-Carton-"
We looked quickly at the work
table. On it was a gigantic bomb OF
clock work over which Haddon had
been working. The cocaine which was
to have given him inspiration had.
thanks to Kennedy. overcome him.
Beside Lorraine Keith were a suit
case and a Gladstone. She had -evi-
IDENTITY been stuffing the corners full
OF their favorite nepenthe, for, as Ken
| nedy reached down and turned over
the closely packed woman's finery and
the few articles belonging to Haddon,
innumerable packets from the cab
met dropfsd out.