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Can you, Pedro? No. I can't be wrong. There is more than a minute to go! I test it every week, Pedro. " THERE was no response from the door. Isaac Coffran did not turn. He still watched the clock. "I wonder if it stopped," he muttered. "I must investigate. Perhaps the body was stretched toward the wall. That must be it. Young Duncan was half unconscious. He may have lain where the other dragged him. A lengthwise body would crush slowly. " The old man swung toward the table. He saw the buttons above it and a startled cry came from him.
The action brought another grin to the face of the silent Pedro. It was like a little ceremony on the part of Isaac Coffran, as though he had bidden farewell to some one whom he did not expect to see again. CHAPTER XI. CRONIN SEES A SHADOW STEVE CRONIN looked over his shoulder as he walked through the lobby of the old hotel in Harrisburg. There was no one in view except the clerk behind the desk, yet the gangster felt uneasy. "Must be getting the willies," he observed to himself as he walked up the steps, ignoring the antiquated elevator.
He stopped at the window. The shade was fully two inches higher than it had been before. He peered out into the darkness. He could see nothing. The gangster laughed in a relieved way. He reached to turn off the desk lamp. His hand trembled. A card lay before him. On it, in printed characters, were the words: REMEMBER. ONCE MORE WILL MEAN YOUR DOOM. The revolver nearly fell from Cronin's weakened fingers. With feigned boldness he managed to thrust it in his pocket. He still stared at the card with its ominous words.