"
Outside, as he hurried uptown, Craig was silent, but I could see
his features working nervously, and as we parted he merely said:
"Of course, you'll be there, Walter. I'll put the finishing touches
on your story of high finance."
Slowly enough the few hours passed before I found myself again in
Orton's office. He was there already, despite the orders of his
physician, who was disgusted at this excursion from the hospital.
Kennedy was there, too, grim and silent. We sat watching the two
indicators beside Orton's desk, which showed the air pressure in
the two tubes. The needles were vibrating ever so little and
tracing a red-ink line on the ruled paper that unwound from the
drum. From the moment the tunnels were started, here was preserved
a faithful record of every slightest variation of air pressure.
"Telephone down into the tube and have Capps come up," said Craig
at length, glancing at Orton's desk clock. "Taylor will be here
pretty soon, and I want Capps to be out of the tunnel by the time
he comes. Then get Shelton, too."
In response to Orton's summons Capps and Shelton came into the
office, just as a large town car pulled up outside the tunnel works.
A tall, distinguished-looking man stepped out and turned again
toward the door of the car.
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