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Although the house seemed deserted, Craig took no chances, but directed the car to turn at the next crossroad and then run back along a road back of and parallel to that on which Annenberg's was situated. It was perhaps a quarter of a mile away, across an open field, that we stopped and ran the car up along the side of the road in some bushes.
Annenberg's was plainly visible and it was not at all likely that anyone there would suspect trouble from that quarter. A hasty conference with Burke followed, in which Kennedy unwrapped his small package, leaving part of its contents with him, and adding careful instructions. Then Kennedy and I retraced our steps down the road, across by the crossroad, and at last back to the mysterious house.
She sank back into a chair in complete nervous and physical collapse, covering her face with her hands at the realization that in her new-found passion to save the Baron she had bared her sensitive soul for the dissection of three men whom she had never seen before. "We must have that list," pursued Kennedy decisively. "We must visit Annenberg's headquarters."
No time was to be lost, however, and while Craig set to work rapidly going through the contents of a desk in the corner, I glanced over the contents of a drawer of a heavy mission table. "Here's some of Annenberg's literature," I remarked, coming across a small pile of manuscript, entitled "The Human Slaughter House."
But as she looked into Kennedy's eyes she read there that he had long since fathomed the secret of her wildly beating heart, that if she would accomplish the purpose of saving the Baron she must stop at nothing. "At Maplehurst," she answered in a low tone, dropping her eyes from his penetrating gaze, "Professor Annenberg's home out on Long Island."
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