I disclaim any such responsibility.
But--there is SOMETHING on Dal's mind."
Max came after me. "Don't be cross, Kit. You haven't said a nice word
to me today, and you go around bristling with your chin up and two red
spots on your cheeks--like whatever-her-name-was with the snakes instead
of hair. I don't know why I'm so crazy about you; I always meant to love
a girl with a nice disposition."
I left him then. Dal had gone into the reception room and closed the
doors. And because he had been acting so strangely, and partly to escape
from Max, whose eyes looked threatening, I followed him. Just as I
opened the door quietly and looked in, Dallas switched off the lights,
and I could hear him groping his way across the room. Then somebody--not
Dal--spoke from the corner, cautiously.
"Is that you, Mr. Brown, sir?" It was Flannigan.
"Yes. Is everything here?"
"All but the powder, sir. Don't step too close. They're spread all over
the place."
"Have you taken the curtains down?"
"Yes, sir."
"Matches?"
"Here, sir."
"Light one, will you, Flannigan? I want to see the time."
The flare showed Dallas and Flannigan bent over the timepiece. And it
showed something else. The rug had been turned back from the windows
which opened on the street, and the curtains had been removed. On the
bare hardwood floor just beneath the windows was an array of pans of
various sizes, dish pans, cake tins, and a metal foot tub. The pans were
raised from the floor on bricks, and seemed to be full of paper. All the
chairs and tables were pushed back against the wall, and the bric-a-brac
was stacked on the mantel.
"Half an hour yet," Dal said, closing his watch. "Plenty of time, and
remember the signal, four short and two long."
"Four short and two long--all right, sir."
"And--Flannigan, here's something for you, on account."
"Thank you, sir."
Dal turned to go out, tripped over the rug, said something, and passed
me without an idea of my presence. A moment later Flannigan went out,
and I was left, huddled against the wall, and alone.
It was puzzling enough. "Four long and two short!" "All but the powder!"
Not that I believed for a moment what Max had said, and anyhow Flannigan
was the sanest person I ever saw in my life. But it all seemed a part
of the mystery that had been hanging over us for several days. I felt my
way across the room and knelt by the pans. Yes, they were there, full of
paper and mounted on bricks.
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