"Why not?" he queried. "Nothing is impossible if you can only take
the other fellow unawares. Our job is not to be taken unawares.
Are you ready, Whiting?"

"Yes, sir," replied the student, shouldering the apparatus, for
which I was very thankful, for my arms had frequently ached
carrying about some of Kennedy's weird but often weighty
apparatus.

We piled into a taxicab and made a quick journey to the office of
the Continental Express. Maude Euston had already preceded us, and
we found her standing by Lane's desk as he paced the floor.

"Please, Miss Euston, don't go," he was saying as we entered.

"But I want to go," she persisted, more than ever determined,
apparently.

"I have engaged Professor Kennedy just for the purpose of
foreseeing what new attack can be made on us," he said.

"You have engaged Professor Kennedy?" she asked. "I think I have a
prior claim there, haven't I?" she appealed.

Kennedy stood for a moment looking from one to the other. What was
there in the motives that actuated them? Was it fear, hate, love,
jealousy?

"I can serve my two clients only if they yield to me," Craig
remarked, quietly. "Don't set that down, Whiting. Which is it--yes