The Exploits of Elaine HTML version
2. The Twilight Sleep
Kennedy had thrown himself wholeheartedly into the solution of the mysterious Dodge
Far into the night, after the challenge of the forged finger print, he continued at work,
endeavoring to extract a clue from the meagre evidence--the bit of cloth and trace of
poison already obtained from other cases, and now added the strange succession of events
that surrounded the tragedy we had just witnessed.
We dropped around at the Dodge house the next morning. Early though it was, we found
Elaine, a trifle paler but more lovely than ever, and Perry Bennett themselves vainly
endeavoring to solve the mystery of the Clutching Hand.
They were at Dodge's desk, she in the big desk chair, he standing beside her, looking over
"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
"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.
Startled, we all jumped to our feet. Craig hurried to the window. Not a soul was in sight!
He stooped and picked up the stone. To it was attached a piece of paper. Quickly he
unfolded it and read: