I made a hurried trip downtown to catch Carroll and Williams
and then returned to the laboratory, where Craig had evidently just
finished a satisfactory preliminary test of his machine.
"Still no message," he began in reply to my unspoken question. He
was plainly growing restless with the inaction, though frequent
talks over long-distance with Chicago seemed to reassure him. Thanks
to the influence of Williams he had at least a direct wire from his
laboratory to the city which was now the scene of action.
As nearly as I could gather from the one-sided conversations I heard
and the remarks which Kennedy dropped, the Chicago post-office
inspectors were still searching for a trace of the package from
Atlantic City which was to reveal the identity of the man who had
passed the bogus checks and sold the forged certificates of stock.
Somewhere in that great city was a photograph of the promoter and
of the woman who was aiding him to escape, taken in Atlantic City
and sent by mail to Chicago. Who had received it? Would it be
found in time to be of use? What would it reveal? It was like
hunting for a needle in a haystack, and yet the latest reports
seemed to encourage Kennedy with the hope that the authorities
were at last on the trail of the secret office from which the stock
had been sold.
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