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Will keep in
touch with you. Craig." My daily task of transcribing my notes was
completed and I thought I would run down to the Star to let the
editor know how I was getting along on my assignment.
I had scarcely entered the door when the office boy thrust a
message into my hand. It stopped me even before I had a chance to
get as far as my own desk. It was from Kennedy at the laboratory
and bore a time stamp that showed that it must have been received
only a few minutes before I came in.
"Meet me at the Grand Central," it read, "immediately."
Without going further into the office, I turned and dropped down
in the elevator to the subway. As quickly as an express could take
me, I hurried up to the new station.
"Where away?" I asked breathlessly, as Craig met me at the
entrance through which he had reasoned I would come. "The coast or
Down East?"
"Woodrock," he replied quickly, taking my arm and dragging me down
a ramp to the train that was just leaving for that fashionable
suburb.
"Well," I queried eagerly, as the train started.


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