"Yes," he cried, now for the first time excited. "Don't you begin
to see the scheme? I'll wager that Baron Kreiger has been lured to
New York to purchase the electro-magnetic gun which they have
stolen from Fortescue and the British. That is the bait that is
held out to him by the woman. Call up Miss Lowe at the laboratory
and see if she knows the place."

I gave central the number, while he fell to at the little secret
drawer of the desk again. The grinding of the wheels of a passing
trolley interfered somewhat with giving the number and I had to
wait a moment.

"Ah--Walter--here's the list!" almost shouted Kennedy, as he broke
open a black-japanned dispatch box in the desk.

I bent over it, as far as the slack of the telephone wire of the
receiver at my ear would permit. Annenberg had worked with amazing
care and neatness on the list, even going so far as to draw at the
top, in black, a death's head. The rest of it was elaborately
prepared in flaming red ink.

Craig gasped to observe the list of world-famous men marked for
destruction in London, Paris, Berlin, Rome, Vienna, St.
Petersburg, and even in New York and Washington.

"What is the date set?" I asked, still with my ear glued to the
receiver.

"To-night and to-morrow," he replied, stuffing the fateful sheet
into his pocket.