"I also would be glad to help you," he promised. "You can usually
find me at the Museum."
"Thank you all," she murmured. "You are all so kind to me. An hour
ago I felt that I had not a friend in all this big city--except
Mr. Lockwood. Now I feel that I am not quite all alone."
She said it to Norton, but it was really meant for Kennedy. I know
Craig shared my own feelings. It was a rare pleasure to work for
her. She seemed most appreciative of anything that was done for
her in her defenceless position.
As we passed out of the apartment house and sought our cab again,
Kennedy was the first to speak, and to Norton.
"Do you know anything more about these men, Lockwood and de
Moche?" he queried, as we sped uptown.
"I don't know a thing," he replied cautiously. "I--I'd much prefer
not to talk of suspicions."
"But the dagger," insisted Kennedy. "Have you no suspicions of
what became of it and who took it?"
"I'd prefer not to talk of mere suspicions," he repeated.
Little was said as we turned in at the campus and at last drew up
before Norton's wing of the Museum.
"You will let me know of any development, no matter how trivial?"
asked Kennedy, as we parted. "Your dagger seems to have stirred up
more trouble than there was any reason to suppose when you came to
me first.
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