I looked at Kennedy blankly.
"What was the purpose of that outburst?" I asked.
"I can't say," he replied. "It was all so incoherent that, from
what I know of drug fiends, I am sure she had a deep-laid purpose
in it all. It does not change my plans."
Two hours later we had paid a deposit on an empty flat in the
tenement-house in which the bomb-maker had his headquarters, and
had received a key to the apartment from the janitor. After
considerable difficulty, owing to the narrowness of the air-shaft,
Kennedy managed to pick up the loose ends of the wire which had
been led out of the little window at the base of the shaft, and
had attached it to a couple of curious arrangements which he had
brought with him. One looked like a large taximeter from a motor
cab; the other was a diminutive gas-metre, in looks at least.
Attached to them were several bells and lights.
He had scarcely completed installing the thing, whatever it was,
when a gentle tap at the door startled me. Kennedy nodded, and I
opened it.
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