F.' engraved on it. His hands and arms and
head must have been right under the locomotive when it struck him,
I judge."
"I guess that winds the case up, eh?" exclaimed O'Connor with
evident chagrin. "Where's the woman?"
"They said she was in the little local hospital, but not much hurt.
Just the shock and a few bruises."
O'Connor's question seemed to suggest an idea to Burke, and he
reached for the telephone again. "Riverwood 297," he ordered; then
to us as he waited he said: "We must hold the woman. Hello, 297?
The hospital? This is Burke of the secret service. Will you tell
my man, who must be somewhere about, that I would like to have him
hold that woman who was in the auto smash until I can - what? Gone?
The deuce!"
He hung up the receiver angrily. "She left with a man who called
for her about half an hour ago," he said. "There must be a gang of
them. Forbes is dead, but we must get the rest. Mr. Kennedy, I'm
sorry to have bothered you, but I guess we can handle this alone,
after all. It was the finger-prints that fooled us, but now that
Forbes is out of the way it's just a straight case of detective work
of the old style which won't interest you."
"On the contrary," answered Kennedy, "I'm just beginning to be
interested.
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