They were at Dodge's desk, she in the big desk chair, he standing
beside her, looking over some papers.

"There's nothing there," Bennett was saying as we entered.

I could not help feeling that he was gazing down at Elaine a bit
more tenderly than mere business warranted.

"Have you--found anything?" queried Elaine anxiously, turning
eagerly to Kennedy.

"Nothing--yet," he answered shaking his head, but conveying a
quiet idea of confidence in his tone.

Just then Jennings, the butler, entered, bringing the morning
papers. Elaine seized the Star and hastily opened it. On the first
page was the story I had telephone down very late in the hope of
catching a last city edition.

We all bent over and Craig read aloud:

"CLUTCHING HAND" STILL AT LARGE

NEW YORK'S MASTER CRIMINAL REMAINS UNDETECTED--PERPETRATES NEW
DARING MURDER AND ROBBERY OF MILLIONAIRE DODGE

He had scarcely finished reading the brief but alarming news story
that followed and laid the paper on the desk, when a stone came
smashing through the window from the street.