"Who is in the next room?" whispered Burke hoarsely, recollecting
Kennedy's caution of silence.

Kennedy did not reply immediately. He was evidently much excited
by Burke's news of the wonderful electro-magnetic gun.

"Burke," he exclaimed suddenly, "let's join forces. I think we are
both on the trail of a world-wide conspiracy--a sort of murder
syndicate to wipe out war!"

Burke's only reply was a low whistle that involuntarily escaped
him as he reached over and grasped Craig's hand, which to him
represented the sealing of the compact.

As for me, I could not restrain a mental shudder at the power that
their first murder had evidently placed in the hands of the
anarchists, if they indeed had the electro-magnetic gun which
inventors had been seeking for generations. What might they not do
with it--perhaps even use it themselves and turn the latest
invention against society itself!

Hastily Craig gave a whispered account of our strange visit from
Miss Lowe, while Burke listened, open-mouthed.

He had scarcely finished when he reached for the telephone and
asked for long distance.

"Is this the German embassy in Washington?" asked Craig a few
moments later when he got his number. "This is Craig Kennedy, in