"Mrs. Godwin," he urged. "Come--you must. It is a last chance."
Eagerly he was pouring out the story of the discovery of the
afternoon by the little detectascope.
"Miriam?" she repeated, dazed. "She--know anything--it can't be.
No--don't raise a false hope now."
"It is the last chance," he urged again. "Come. There is not an
hour to waste now."
There was no delay, no deliberation about Kennedy now. He had been
forced out into the open by the course of events, and he meant to
take advantage of every precious moment.
Down the hill our car sped to the town, with Mrs. Godwin still
protesting, but hardly realising what was going on. Regardless of
tolls, Kennedy called up his laboratory in New York and had two of
his most careful students pack up the stuff which he described
minutely to be carried to East Point immediately by train. Kahn,
too, was at last found and summoned to meet us there also.
Miles never seemed longer than they did to us as we tore over the
country from Ossining to East Point, a silent party, yet keyed up
by an excitement that none of us had ever felt before.
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