He clung to these until he had
reached the shelter of the walls; then to Pendleton's amazement he
stepped directly in front of the window through which the two were to
be seen, rapped smartly upon the glass, and remained standing in full
view, of the two in the room.
[Illustration: HE RAPPED SMARTLY ON THE WINDOW]
Pendleton saw the pad drop from Locke's hands; he saw the mute wheel
as he felt the vibrations and stare at the window, his eyes puckered
and straining. He also saw Miss Vale rise, saw her hands thrown out in
a gesture much like despair; and also he heard the cry that she
uttered, muffled by the confines of the room, but full of fear. Then
the room was plunged into darkness; an instant later a door was heard
to open; the sound of quick-moving feet came to him; there followed
the pulsations of a motor and the racing of a car away into the night.
"She's off," breathed the young man, and there was undoubted relief in
the knowledge. "She's off, and I really believe that's what Kirk was
after."
He walked toward the house and found his friend standing in the
shadows.
"Well," chuckled the investigator, "it did not take her long to make
up her mind, eh?"
"You had some motive in doing that," accused Pendleton.
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