"Some one
is down there in that inferno--perhaps the bomb-maker himself."
The bell continued to ring and the light to glow, showing that
whoever was there had actually started the electric furnace. What
was he preparing to do? I felt that, even though we knew there was
some one there, it did us little good. I, for one, had no relish
for the job of bearding such a lion in his den.
We looked at Kennedy, wondering what he would do next. From the
package in which he had brought the two registering machines he
quietly took another package, wrapped up, about eighteen inches
long and apparently very heavy. As he did so he kept his attention
fixed on the telethermometer. Was he going to wait until the bomb-
maker had finished what he had come to accomplish?
It was perhaps fifteen minutes after our first alarm that the
signals began to weaken.
"Does that mean that he has gone--escaped?" inquired Carton
anxiously.
"No. It means that his furnace is going at full power and that he
has forgotten it. It is what I am waiting for.
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