Yet each was cautious not to betray too much to the other.
Over the dictagraph came the words spoken by Eva, "Mr. Locke and I will
come to your workshop at eight this evening to complete the
transaction."
Locke in the mean time had brought the two models into the library and
the inventor had almost danced with joy at seeing the children of his
brain again.
Sent down by Balcom, Zita had been ordered to spy on Eva and Locke. She
had been nearly caught by Locke as he was returning from the Graveyard
of Genius, but had slipped behind a pair of portieres at the end of the
hall and had emerged only when Locke had entered the library. She had
crept close to the door and was listening.
She, too, now heard the inventor exact a promise from Eva and Locke not
to fail to be at his workshop at eight that night.
Zita had but a second to glide backward from the door as the inventor
came out into the hallway where she stood. He gazed at her in such a
strange, fixed manner that an uncanny feeling came over her. Then he
passed out, just as Balcom came down the stairs.
"Why did that man look at me in such a strange manner?" she queried of
Balcom.
Pages:
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142