It was toward the close of the afternoon that Carton called up
hurriedly. As Kennedy hung up the receiver, I read on his face
that something had gone wrong.
"Haddon has disappeared," he announced, "mysteriously and
suddenly, without leaving so much as a clue. It seems that he
found in his office a package exactly like that which was sent to
Carton earlier in the day. He didn't wait to say anything about
it, but left. Carton is bringing it over here."
Perhaps a quarter of an hour later, Carton himself deposited the
package on the laboratory table with an air of relief. We looked
eagerly. It was addressed to Haddon at the Mayfair in the same
disguised handwriting and was done up in precisely the same
fashion.
"Lots of bombs are just scare bombs," observed Craig. "But you
never can tell."
Again Kennedy had started to dissect.
"Ah," he went on, "this is the real thing, though, only a little
different from the other. A dry battery gives a spark when the lid
is slipped back. See, the explosive is in a steel pipe.
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