Schaef shot forward. Again the whistle sounded and she dropped
back. We bent over to seize him as Kennedy secured the dog.
"She's a devil," ground out the prone figure on the grass.
"Dana Phelps!" exclaimed Andrews, as the man turned his face
toward us. "What are you doing, mixed up in this?"
Suddenly there was a movement in the rear, toward the mausoleum
itself. We turned, but it was too late. Two dark figures slunk
through the gloom, bearing something between them. Kennedy slipped
the leash off Schaef and she shot out like a unchained bolt of
lightning.
There was the whir of a high-powered machine which must have
sneaked up with the muffler on during the excitement. They had
taken a desperate chance and had succeeded. They were gone!
XXII
THE X-RAY "MOVIES"
Still holding Dana Phelps between us, we hurried toward the tomb
and entered. While our attention had been diverted in the
direction of the swamp, the body of Montague Phelps had been
stolen.
Dana Phelps was still deliberately brushing off his clothes.
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