I saw it
in his eyes. This last curious manifestation came along too pat. You
remember, it cut off the dressing-down he was going to give me." Darrow
chuckled in appreciation. "Didn't the humor of that strike you?"
"Me? Oh, I was scared," admitted Jack.
"I want you to go home and tell Helen just what happened in the Atlas
Building. Do not tell her that I believe the phenomena are due to any
human agency. Say simply that if it is repeated, and she happens to be
within the zone of its influence, to keep calm, and wait. It will pass,
and it is not to be feared. Tell her I said so."
"Lord!" cried Jack. "You don't think it's going to happen again!"
"Within the next twenty-four hours," said Darrow.
"Oughtn't we to warn the people?"
"And let our hidden antagonist know we are aware of his existence?"
inquired Darrow.
"Anything else?"
"No--yes. Buy a gun. If I bring you into any trouble, I'll see you clear.
You understand?"
"I do."
"I rely on your being game."
"To the limit," said Jack. "Here comes your friend. Won't this arrest ball
things up? Shall I rustle bail?"
"No," said Darrow. "I want to think. All I need is all the papers. I'll be
out by ten to-morrow morning, sure."
"Why are you sure of that?"
"_Because by that hour McCarthy will have disappeared_," said Percy
Darrow.
The man in the gray suit, having finished his scrutiny, lounged forward.
"You are Mr.
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