"I haven't opened it yet, but I think it's a bomb. Wait-
-I'll have a pail of water sent in here so that you can open it,
if you will. You understand such things."
"No--no," hastened Kennedy, "that's exactly the wrong thing to do.
Some of these modern chemical bombs are set off in precisely that
way. No. Let me dissect the thing carefully. I think you may be
right. It does look as if it might be an infernal machine. You see
the evident disguise of the roughly written address?"
Carton nodded, for it was that that had excited his suspicion in
the first place. Meanwhile, Kennedy, without further ceremony,
began carefully to remove the wrapper of brown Manila paper,
preserving everything as he did so. Carton and I instinctively
backed away. Inside, Craig had disclosed an oblong wooden box.
"I realise that opening a bomb is dangerous business," he pursued
slowly, engrossed in his work and almost oblivious to us, "but I
think I can take a chance safely with this fellow. The dangerous
part is what might be called drawing the fangs.
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