He had thrown off his old, acid-
stained laboratory smock and was now dressed to venture forth.
"Have you found out anything about the poison?" I asked.
"Nothing definite yet," he replied. "That will take some time now.
It's a strange poison--an alkaloid, I'm sure, but not one that one
ordinarily encounters. Still, I've made a good beginning. It won't
take long to determine it now."
Craig listened with deep interest, though without comment, when I
related what had happened, both Norton's conversation and about
the strange visitor whom we had had peering into our windows.
"Some one seems to be very much interested in what we are doing,
Walter," he concluded simply. "I think we'd better do a little
more outside work now, while we have a chance. If you are ready,
so am I. I want to see what sort of treasure hunter this Stuart
Whitney is. I'd like to know whether he is in on this secret of
the Gold of the Gods, too."
V
THE WALL STREET PROMOTER
Lockwood, as we now knew, had become allied in some way with a
group of Wall Street capitalists, headed by Stuart Whitney.
Already I had heard something of Whitney. In the Street he was
well known as an intensely practical man, though far above the
average exploiter both in cleverness and education.
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