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7. The Double Trap
Mindful of the sage advice that a time of peace is best employed in preparing for war, I
was busily engaged in cleaning my automatic gun one morning as Kennedy and I were
seated in our living room.
Our door buzzer sounded and Kennedy, always alert, jumped up, pushing aside a great
pile of papers which had accumulated in the Dodge case.
Two steps took him to the wall where the day before he had installed a peculiar box about
four by six inches long connected in some way with a lens-like box of similar size above
our bell and speaking tube in the hallway below. He opened it, disclosing an oblong plate
of ground glass.
"I thought the seismograph arrangement was not quite enough after that spring-gun
affair," he remarked, "so I have put in a sort of teleview of my own invention--so that I
can see down into the vestibule downstairs. Well--just look who's here!"
"Some new fandangled periscope arrangement, I suppose?" I queried moving slowly over
toward it.
However, one look was enough to interest me. I can express it only in slang. There,
framed in the little thing, was a vision of as swell a "chicken" as I have ever seen.
I whistled under my breath.
"Um!" I exclaimed shamelessly, "A peach! Who's your friend?"
I had never said a truer word than in my description of her, though I did not know it at the
time. She was indeed known as "Gertie the Peach" in the select circle to which she
Gertie was very attractive, though frightfully over-dressed. But, then, no one thinks
anything of that now, in New York.
Kennedy had opened the lower door and our fair visitor was coming upstairs. Meanwhile
he was deeply in thought before the "teleview." He made up his mind quickly, however.
"Go in there, Walter," he said, seizing me quickly and pushing me into my room. "I want
you to wait there and watch her carefully."
I slipped the gun into my pocket and went, just as a knock at the door told me she was
Kennedy opened the door, disclosing a very excited young woman.