She had almost fainted and was lapsing into French, laughing and
crying alternately, telling him to go, yet clinging to him.

Spencer paid no attention to what she had said of the bomb. But I
did. The minute was up, and Kennedy was in there yet. I turned to
rush in again to warn him at any peril.

Just then a half-conscious form staggered against me. It was Craig
himself. He was holding the infernal machine of the five glass
tubes that might at any instant blow us into eternity.

Overcome himself, he stumbled. The sinking sensation in my heart I
can never describe. It was just a second that I waited for the
terrific explosion that was to end it all for us, one long
interminable second.

But it did not come.

Limp as I was with the shock, I dropped down beside him and bent
over.

"A glass of water, Walter," he murmured, "and fan me a bit. I
didn't dare trust myself to carry the thing complete, so I emptied
the acid into the sarcophagus. I guess I must have stayed in there
too long. But we are safe. See if you can drag out Delaverde. He
is in there by the mummy-case."

Spencer was still holding Lucille, although she was much better in
the fresh air of the hall. "I understand," he was muttering. "You