Elaine looked at the plan carefully, as Kennedy and I scanned her
face. She glanced up, her expression showing plainly the wonder
she felt.

"Why, yes," she answered. "That looks like Aunt Tabby's fireplace
in the living-room."

Kennedy said nothing for a moment. Then he seized his hat and
coat.

"If you don't mind," he said, "we'll go back there with you."

"Mind?" she repeated. "Just what I had hoped you would do."

. . . . . . .

Wu Fang, the Chinese master mind, had arrived in New York.

Beside Wu, the inscrutable, Long Sin, astute though he was, was a
mere pigmy--his slave, his advance agent, as it were, a tentacle
sent out to discover the most promising outlet for the nefarious
talents of his master.

New York did not know of the arrival of Wu Fang, the mysterious--
yet. But down in the secret recesses of Chinatown, in the ways
that are devious and dark, the oriental crooks knew--and trembled.

Thus it happened that Long Sin was not permitted to enjoy even the
foretaste of Bennett's spoils which he had forced from him after
his weird transformation into his real self, the Clutching Hand,