When the time comes with such men they are ready to
furnish us the best "copy" in the world.
Kennedy quickly rejoined us, carrying a couple of little glass
bottles with ground-glass stoppers.
Morowitch & Co. was, of course, closed when we arrived, but we
had no trouble in being admitted by the Central Office man who
had been detailed to lock the barn door after the horse was
stolen. It was precisely as Mr. Andrews had said. Mr. Kahan
showed us the safe. Through the top a great hole had been made--I
say made, for at the moment I was at a loss to know whether it
had been cut, drilled, burned, blown out, or what-not.
Kennedy examined the edges of the hole carefully, and just the
trace of a smile of satisfaction flitted over his face as he did
so. Without saying a word he took the glass stopper out of the
larger bottle which he had brought and poured the contents on the
top of the safe near the hole. There it lay, a little mound of
reddish powder.
Kennedy took a little powder of another kind from the other
bottle and lighted it with a match.
"Stand back--close to the wall," he called as he dropped the
burning mass on the red powder. In two or three leaps he joined
us at the far end of the room.
Almost instantly a dazzling, intense flame broke out, and sizzled
and crackled.
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