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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Black Box"


He obeyed without a word. She left the place, locked the door securely,
and made her way round to the other side of the garage--the side hidden
from the house. Here, at the far corner, she drew a little pocket wireless
from her bag and set it on the window-sill. Very slowly she sent her
message,--
"I have Craig here in the Professor's garage, locked up. If our
plan has succeeded, come at once. I am waiting here for you."
There was no reply. She sent the message again and again. Suddenly, during
a pause, there was a little flash upon the plate. A message was coming to
her. She transcribed it with beating heart:
"O.K. Coming."
The guard swung open the wicket in front of Quest's cell.
"Young woman to see you, Quest," he announced. "Ten minutes, and no loud
talking, please."
Quest moved to the bars. It was Laura who stood there. She wasted very
little time in preliminaries. Having satisfied herself that the guard was
out of hearing, she leaned as close as she could to Quest.
"Look here," she said, "Lenora's crazy with the idea that Craig has done
these jobs--Craig, the Professor's servant, you know. We used the
phototelesme yesterday afternoon and saw him burn something in the
Professor's study. Lenora went up straight away and got hold of the
ashes."
"Smart girl," Quest murmured, nodding approvingly. "Well?"
"There are distinct fragments," Laura continued, "of embroidered stuff
such as the Salvation Army girl might have been wearing.


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