"Well, of all things, what do you think of that?" I cried, tossing
the thing over to Kennedy.
He took it and read it; his face puckered deeply. "I'm not
surprised," he said, a moment later, looking up. "Do you know, I
was just about to tell you what happened at the library. I had a
feeling all the time I was there of being watched. I don't know
why or how, but, somehow, I felt that some one was interested in
the books I was reading. It made me uncomfortable. I was late,
anyhow, and I decided not to give them the satisfaction of seeing
me any more--at least in the library. So I have had a number of
the books on Peru which I wanted reserved, and they'll be sent
over later, here. No, I'm not surprised that you received this.
Would you remember the boy?" he asked of Tommy.
"I think so," replied Tommy. "He didn't have on a uniform, though.
It wasn't a messenger."
There was no use to question him further. He had evidently told
all that he knew, and finally we had to let him go, with a parting
injunction to keep his eyes open and his mouth shut.
Kennedy continued to study the note on the quarter sheet of paper
long after the boy had gone.
"You know," he remarked thoughtfully, after a while, "as nearly as
I can make the thing out with the slender information that we have
so far, the weirdest superstitions seem to cluster about that
dagger which Norton lost.
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