The Bomb-Makers: Being Some Curious Records Concerning the Craft and Cunning of Theodore Drost, an Enemy Alien in London, Together with Certain Revelations Regarding His Daughter EllaLe Queux, William
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The Bomb-Makers: Being Some Curious Records Concerning the Craft and Cunning of Theodore Drost, an Enemy Alien in London, Together with Certain Revelations Regarding His Daughter Ella
Le Queux, William
Germans -- England -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Short stories; Spy stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- England -- London -- Fiction
"Did you travel with that woman Dexter to-night?" he inquired eagerly in
a low whisper as they stood in the darkness.
"Yes."
"Did she carry her attache-case?"
"Yes. She always does."
"She did not have it when she went home yesterday morning, for she left
it here--the case which your father prepared," he said. "She brought
the second of the cases with her to-night."
"Then both are here!" exclaimed Ella in excitement.
"Both are now in the power-house. I saw her hand over the second one to
Cole only a quarter of an hour ago. Let us watch."
Then the pair crept on beneath the dark shadows through the rain to the
great square building of red-brick which, constructed six months before,
contained some of the finest and most up-to-date electrical plant in all
the world.
At last they gained the door, which stood slightly ajar. The other
mechanics were all away in the canteen having their early morning meal,
and the man Cole, outwardly an honest-looking workman, remained there in
charge.
Together they watched the man's movements.
Presently he came to the door, opened it, and looked eagerly out. In
the meantime, however, Kennedy and his companion had slipped round the
corner, and were therefore out of view. Then, returning within, Cole
went to a cupboard, and as they watched from their previous point of
vantage they saw him unlock it, displaying the two little leather
attache-cases within.
Close to the huge main dynamo in the centre of the building there stood
on the concrete floor six cans of lubricating-oil which, it was proved
afterwards, were usually kept at that spot, and therefore were in no way
conspicuous.
Swiftly the man Cole drew a coil of fine wire from the cupboard, the
ends being joined to the two attache-cases--so that if the mechanism of
one failed, the other would act--and with quick, nimble fingers he
joined the wire to that already attached to the six inoffensive-looking
cans of "oil."
The preparations did not occupy more than a minute. Then, seizing a can
of petrol, he placed it beside the cans of high-explosive, in order to
add fire to the explosion.
Afterwards, with a final look at the wires, and putting his head into
the cupboard, where he listened to make certain that the clockwork
mechanism was in motion, he glanced at the big clock above. Then, in
fear lest he should be caught there, he ran wildly out into the darkness
ere they were aware of his intention.
"Quick!" shouted Kennedy. "Rush and break those wires, Ella! I'll
watch him!"
Without a second's hesitation, the girl dashed into the power-house and
frantically tore the wires from the cupboard and from the fastenings to
the deadly attache-cases, and--as it was afterwards proved--only just in
time to save herself, the building, and its mass of machinery from total
destruction.
Meanwhile, Kennedy had overtaken the man Cole, and closed desperately
with him, both of them rolling into the mud.
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