Kennedy saw it and interrupted.
"All that I wish to do," he said, "is to put in a little
instrument here and use it to-night for a few minutes. Indeed,
there will be no risk to you, Vincenzo. Secrecy is what I desire,
and no one will ever know about it."
Vincenzo was at length convinced, and Craig opened his suit-case.
There was little in it except several coils of insulated wire;
some tools, a couple of packages wrapped up, and a couple of
pairs of overalls. In a moment Kennedy had donned overalls and
was smearing dirt and grease over his face and hands. Under his
direction I did the same.
Taking the bag of tools, the wire, and one of the small packages,
we went out on the street and then up through the dark and
ill-ventilated hall of the tenement. Half-way up a woman stopped
us suspiciously.
"Telephone company," said Craig curtly. "Here's permission from
the owner of the house to string wires across the roof."
He pulled an old letter out of his pocket, but as it was too dark
to read even if the woman had cared to do so, we went on up as he
had expected, unmolested. At last we came to the roof, where
there were some children at play a couple of houses down from us.
Kennedy began by dropping two strands of wire down to the ground
in the back yard behind Vincenzo's shop.
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