Then I picked
them up--and--look at this thing that was among them."
Norton laid down on the laboratory table a plain envelope and a
quarter sheet of paper on which were printed, except for his own
name instead of mine, an almost exact replica of the note which I
had received.
"BEWARE THE CURSE OF MANSICHE ON THE GOLD OF THE GODS."
Kennedy and I looked at him. Already, evidently, he had seen that
Kennedy held in his hand the note that had come to me.
"I can't make anything out of it," went on Norton, evidently much
worried. "First I lose the dagger. Next you say it was used to
murder Mendoza. Then I get this. Now, if any one can get into the
Museum to steal the dagger, they could get in to carry out any
threat of revenge, real or fancied."
Looked at in that respect, I felt that it was indeed a real cause
of worry for Norton. But, then, it flashed over me, was not my own
case worse? I was to be responsible for telling the story. Might
not some unseen hand strike at me, perhaps sooner than at him?
Kennedy had taken the two notes and was scanning them eagerly.
Just then an automobile drew up outside, and a moment later we
heard a tap at the door which Kennedy had closed after the
entrance of Norton.
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