Perhaps he had
seen Inez going in and out. Suddenly it flashed over me that the
interchange of glances between de Moche and Lockwood indicated
that she was more to him than a mere acquaintance. Perhaps it had
been jealousy as well as treasure hunting that had prompted his
eavesdropping.
Still reflecting, I decided to turn in at the Museum and have a
chat with Norton. I found him nervously pacing up and down the
little office that had been accorded him in his section of the
building.
"I can't rid my mind of that warning," he remarked anxiously,
pausing in his measured tread. "It seems inconceivable to me that
any one would take the trouble to send four such warnings unless
he meant it."
"Quite so," I agreed, relating to him what had just happened.
"I thought of something like that," he acquiesced, "and I have
already taken some precautions."
Norton waved his hand at the windows, which I had not noticed
before. Though they were some distance above the ground, I saw now
that he had closed and barred them at the expense of ventilation.
The warnings seemed to have made more of an impression on him than
on any of the rest of us.
"One never can tell where or when a blow will fall with these
people," he explained.
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