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"Do you know who he is?" asked Craig with a searching glance at Wachtmann's face. "I ought to. His name is Kronski, and a blacker devil an employment bureau never furnished." "Kronski? No," corrected Kennedy. "It is Professor Kumanova, whom you perhaps have heard of as a leader of the Red Brotherhood, one of the cleverest scientific criminals who ever lived.
Suppose we should start and this Kronski should change his plans at the last minute? How would we find it out? By telepathy? Believe me, sir, it is better to wait here a minute and trust to the phantom circuit than to mere chance." "But suppose he should cut the line," I put in. Kennedy smiled. "I have provided for that, Walter, in the way I installed the thing.
We can all hear at once what is going on by using this machine." We had not been waiting long before a peculiar noise seemed to issue from the detectaphone. It was as though a door had been opened and shut hastily. Some one had evidently entered the storeroom. A voice called up the railroad station and asked for Michael Kronski, Count Wachtmann's chauffeur.
"I suppose you have wondered why I didn't just go down there last night and grab the fellow. Well, you see now. It is my invariable rule to get the man highest up. This fellow is only one tool. Arrest him, and as likely as not we should allow the big criminal to escape." "Hello, Kronski!" came over the detectaphone. "This is Janeff. How are things going?"
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