Norton, I may say, was one of the younger members of the faculty,
like Kennedy. Already, however, he had made for himself a place as
one of the foremost of South American explorers and
archaeologists.
"How they got into the South American section of the Museum,
though, I don't understand," he hurried on. "But, once in, that
they should take the most valuable relic I brought back with me on
this last expedition, I think certainly shows that it was a
robbery with a deep-laid, premeditated purpose."
"Nothing else is gone?" queried Kennedy.
"Nothing," returned the professor. "That's the strangest part of
it--to me. It was a peculiar dagger, too," he continued
reminiscently. "I say that it was valuable, for on the blade were
engraved some curious Inca characters. I wasn't able to take the
time to decipher them, down there, for the age of the metal made
them almost illegible. But now that I have all my stuff unpacked
and arranged after my trip, I was just about to try--when along
comes a thief and robs me. We can't have the University Museum
broken into that way, you know, Kennedy."
"I should say not," readily assented Craig. "I'd like to look the
place over."
"Just what I wanted," exclaimed Norton, heartily delighted, and
leading the way.
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