The Exploits of Elaine
"The motive?" I queried.
"Evidently his pockets had been gone through, though none of the valuables were missing. Things on his desk show that a hasty search has been made."
Just then the door opened and Bennett burst in.
As he stood over the body, gazing down at it, repressing the emotions of a strong man, he turned to Elaine and in a low voice, exclaimed, "The Clutching Hand did this! I shall consecrate my life to bring this man to justice!"
He spoke tensely and Elaine, looking up into his face, as if imploring his help in her hour of need, unable to speak, merely grasped his hand.
Kennedy, who in the meantime had stood apart from the rest of us, was examining the telephone carefully.
"A clever crook," I heard him mutter between his teeth. "He must have worn gloves. Not a finger print--at least here."
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