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Here goes."
A loud explosion took place, apparently on the very window-sill of
our room. Almost at the same instant there was a crash of glass
from the museum.
We sprang to the window, I expecting to see Kennedy injured,
Spencer expecting to see his costly museum a mass of smoking
ruins. Instead we saw nothing of the sort. On the window-ledge was
a peculiar little instrument that looked like a miniature field-
gun with an elaborate system of springs and levers to break the
recoil.
Craig had turned from it so suddenly that he actually ran full
tilt into us. "Come on," he cried breathlessly, bolting from the
room, and seizing Dr. Lith by the arm as he did so. "Dr. Lith, the
keys to the museum, quick! We must get there before the fumes
clear away."
He was taking the stairs two at a time, dragging the dignified
curator with him.
In fewer seconds than I can tell it we were in the museum and
mounting the broad staircase to the art-gallery. An overpowering
gas seemed to permeate everything.
"Stand back a moment," cautioned Kennedy as we neared the door.


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