The minutes pa.s.sed. "Thank you," he cried, writing down on a pad an address over on the west side near the river front. Then turning to me he explained, "Walter, we"ve got him at last!"
Craig rose and put on his hat and coat, thrusting a pair of opera gla.s.ses into his pocket, in case we should want to observe the place at a distance. I followed him excitedly. The trail was hot.
Kennedy and I came at last to the place on the West Side where the crooked streets curved off.
Instead of keeping on until he came to the place we sought, he turned and quickly slipped behind the shelter of a fence. There was a broken board in the fence and he bent down, gazing through with the opera gla.s.ses.
Across the lot was the new headquarters, a somewhat dilapidated old-fashioned brick house of several generations back. Through the gla.s.s we could see an evil-countenanced crook slinking along. He mounted the steps and rang the bell, turning as he waited.
From a small aperture in the doorway looked out another face, equally evil. Under cover, the crook made the sign of the clutching hand twice and was admitted.
"That"s the place, all right," whispered Kennedy with satisfaction.
He hurried to a telephone booth where he called several numbers. Then we returned to the laboratory, while Kennedy quickly figured out a plan of action. I knew Chase was expected there soon.
From the table he picked up the small coil over which I had seen him working, and attached it to the bell and some batteries. He replaced it on the table, while I watched curiously.
"A selenium cell," he explained. "Only when light falls on it does it become a good conductor of electricity. Then the bell will ring."
Just before making the connection he placed his hat over the cell. Then he lifted the hat. The light fell on it and the bell rang. He replaced the hat and the bell stopped. It was evidently a very peculiar property of the substance, selenium.
Just then there came a knock at the door. I opened it.
"h.e.l.lo, Chase," greeted Kennedy. "Well, I"ve found the new headquarters all right,--over on the west side."
Kennedy picked up the selenium cell and a long coil of fine wire which he placed in a bag. Then he took another bag already packed and, shifting them between us, we hurried down town.
Near the vacant lot, back of the new headquarters, was an old broken down house. Through the rear of it we entered.
I started back in astonishment as we found eight or ten policemen already there. Kennedy had ordered them to be ready for a raid and they had dropped in one at a time without attracting attention.
"Well, men," he greeted them, "I see you found the place all right.
Now, in a little while Jameson will return with two wires. Attach them to the bell which I will leave here. When it rings, raid the house.
Jameson will lead you to it. Come, Walter," he added, picking up the bags.
Ten minutes later, outside the new headquarters, a crouched up figure, carrying a small package, his face hidden under his soft hat and up-turned collar, could have been seen slinking along until he came to the steps.
He went up and peered through the aperture of the doorway. Then he rang the bell. Twice he raised his hand and clenched it in the now familiar clutch.
A crook inside saw it through the aperture and opened the door. The figure entered and almost before the door was shut tied the masking handkerchief over his face, which hid his ident.i.ty from even the most trusted lieutenants. The crook bowed to the chief, who, with a growl as though of recognition, moved down the hall.
As he came to the room from which Spike had been sent on his mission, the same group was seated in the thick tobacco smoke.
"You fellows clear out," he growled. "I want to be alone."
"The old man is peeved," muttered one, outside, as they left.
The weird figure gazed about the room to be sure that he was alone.
When Craig and I left the police he had given me most minute instructions which I was now following out to the letter.
"I want you to hide there," he said, indicating a barrel back of the house next to the hang-out. "When you see a wire come down from the headquarters, take it and carry it across the lot to the old house.
Attach it to the bell; then wait. When it rings, raid the Clutching Hand joint."
I waited what seemed to be an interminable time back of the barrel and it is no joke hiding back of a barrel.
Finally, however, I saw a coil of fine wire drop rapidly to the ground from a window somewhere above. I made a dash for it, as though I were trying to rush the trenches, seized my prize and without looking back to see where it came from, beat a hasty retreat.
Around the lot I skirted, until at last I reached the place where the police were waiting. Quickly we fastened the wire to the bell.
We waited.
Not a sound from the bell.
Up in the room in the joint, the hunched up figure stood by the table.
He had taken his hat off and placed it carefully on the table, and was now waiting.
Suddenly a noise at the door startled him. He listened. Then he backed away from the door and drew a revolver.
As the door slowly opened there entered another figure, hat over his eyes, collar up, a handkerchief over his face, the exact counterpart of the first!
For a moment each glared at the other.
"Hands up!" shouted the first figure, hoa.r.s.ely, moving the gun and closing the door, with his foot.
The newcomer slowly raised his crooked hand over his head, as the blue steel revolver gaped menacingly.
With a quick movement of the other hand, the first sinister figure removed the handkerchief from his face and straightened up.
It was Kennedy!
"Come over to the center of the room," ordered Kennedy.
Clutching Hand obeyed, eyeing his captor closely.
"Now lay your weapons on the table."
He tossed down a revolver.
The two still faced each other.
"Take off that handkerchief!"
It was a tense moment. Slowly Clutching Hand started to obey. Then he stopped. Kennedy was just about to thunder, "Go on," when the criminal calmly remarked, "You"ve got ME all right, Kennedy, but in twenty minutes Elaine Dodge will be dead!"
He said it with a nonchalance that might have deceived anyone less astute than Kennedy. Suddenly there flashed over Craig the words: "THE TRICK WILL BE PULLED OFF AT THREE O"CLOCK!"
There was no fake about that. Kennedy frowned. If he killed Clutching Hand, Elaine would die. If he fought, he must either kill or be killed.