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The two women were equipped for their attempt to burglarize President Hill's office. "I've got goose pimples!” Cle mnntine whispered. "What about me! Don’t break down my courage. We've got to get that radio tube!” "I know. I won't back out on you." But there was still the waiting— threatening to break down their morale. They returned to Clemen tine's room and ,tried to nap. Aga tha couldn't close her eyes with out seeing again the room of her late husband without re-living what she had done there to bring about his death. She lay still and shuddered, but the weight of fatigue was too great for even her tortured nerves to resist. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, the electric light was burning. She sat up, impelled by Clemantine's hand shaking her shoulder. "It's after 8 o'clock," the girl announced. "You'd better brush your hair again, and change your dress." Agatha had never heard of dressing up for a burglary, but Clemantine was right, and had already set the example. By the time they left the room, the outside world was dark except for the street lights and the glow of windows. It was quieter than usual—although not even the murder would subdue college spirits for long. Two policemen came walking along the sidewalk. Undoubtedly they were just part of the extra patrol, keeping a routine watch. They wouldn't be questioning everyone—and, anyway, what was there suspicious about two women walking in the direction of the administration building? But Agatha had no trouble persuading Clemantine to cross the street and keep out of their way. "You're sure Dr. Hill will be at his forum meeting?" Agatha whispered. "It was announced on the assembly bulletin board. We've got at least half an hour before he gets back." The administration building was lit only in the library wing. Clemantine shook the main doors cautiously and informed the elder woman, "They're locked. We'll have to go through the reading room." Agatha hoped her quick application of make-up, and hasty change of dress, would not be too noticeable. Her knees were shaking when she climbed the library steps beside the girl. She was thinking, "We’ll have to come back this way, too, carrying the radio tube!" Miss Kenney, the librarian, gave Agatha a smile, welcoming inspection of her domain by a student's relative, but Agatha steered well away from the librarian's desk toward the reference books in high bookshelves that formed aisles at the rear of the room. A few of the students raised their eyes momentarily from their work, but otherwise no one paid attention to them. Back of the aisles of bookshelves was the door that connected with the main part of the building. Clemantine whispered that it was always unlocked because of the drinking fountain in the adjoining corridor. At the shelves nearest the door Agatha halted, restraining the girl with one hand. Under pretext of looking for a book she glanced around the reading room to make sure no one was watching them. A few steps away a young man with his back turned was fingering a row of volumes. His shoulders seemed familiar. He was examining the book titles with his fingers. "It's Willard Bacon!" whispered Clemantine. Agatha started. So it was! "Hush, he’ll hear you!" She backed toward the door. Opening it gently. She feared the click of the latch might attract Willard's attention, but he did not seem to notice. In another moment, the two women were in the hall. Clemantine closed the door carefully behind them. "What on earth would a blind boy be doing in the library?" Agatha asked. "Borrowing books. There must be someone who reads to him. Surely he can't study without books." "Just the same, it makes me uncomfortable. He seems to pop up wherever we go." "It's not likely he's following us. And we can't stop to worry. We've only half an hour." Clemantine led the way down the dark corridor. The shadows deepened a short distance beyond the drinking fountain, but a dim glow from occasional windows showed them the route. The hall turned and took them westward past the main doors they had found locked on the outside. Agatha knew the way from here. In another moment she was feeling aboard a battleship snapped these two scenes as the battlewagon went into action. Old Glory floated over the heads of the crew, left, as they stood at their stations, the sounding of general quarters. Note the elevated 14 inch rifles and the nests of anti-aircraft guns. By STANLEY the lock on Dr. HIT's office door. She inserted the home-made skeleton key. "Don't touch the door knob," Clemantine warned her. "You'll leave fingerprints!" "Why do you think I wore gloves?" Agatha tried to sound brusquely efficient, but she knew her voice betrayed her nervousness. "Don't you touch anything." The door squealed open. Only a tiny sound, but it was loud by contrast to the silence of the empty hall. Clemantine followed into the office. To avoid repetition of The squeal they left the door ajar. "Now," whispered Agatha. "Do you remember exactly where he put it?" "We'll have to switch on the light and look." "But the outside windows?" "He's drawn the curtains. I can't see the street lights." "H'm," said Agatha, feeling along the wall. "The switch ought to be near the door—on this side." She wondered if Clemantine noticed her feet made no sound. She was wearing rubber heels. She had been well equipped when she came to the college to kill Otto. She clicked the switch but nothing happened. "Maybe the electricity has been shut off for the night," she suggested. "More likely it’s a fuse," said Clemantine. "Here's a paper of matches beside the ash tray on the desk." Clemantine struck one. The flame blazed up. Her eyes were large and staring. Agatha blinked, then looked quickly around. "He must have put the tube away somewhere." The match went out. Clemantine struck another. Agatha began pulling open desk drawers. Some of them were locked—a complication she hadn't thought of. But she inserted a paper knife in the main drawer of the desk and somehow pushed the lock until it gave way. That released the rest of the drawers automatically. There were not many matches left in the paper. In another minute Clemantine struck the last one. She looked for something else she might light light as a torch. There was nothing. The waste basket was empty. The light went out. Agatha halted her search. “Shf Don’t make a sound! Someone’s coming down the hall!" Footsteps approached. Agatha clutched the edge of the desk and watted breathlessly for the steps to pass the door, but they didn't. They halted. The door squealed as it opened even wider under the push of an unseen hand. (To Be Continued) THE YRSILAHTI DAILY DRESS. YPSILARTI MICH, TUESDAY, JULY 5. 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