Whitney seemed extraordinarily pleased that any one should be
willing to discuss his hobby with him. His eyes by this time were
apparently starting from their sockets, and I noticed that the
pupils were dilated almost to the size of the iris.
"We must sit down and talk about Peru," he continued, reaching for
a large box of cigarettes in the top drawer of his big desk.
Lockwood seemed to sense a long discussion of archaeology. He rose
and mumbled an excuse about having something to do in the outer
office.
"Oh, it is a wonderful country, Professor Kennedy," went on
Whitney, throwing himself back in his chair. "I am deeply
interested in it--its mines, its railroads, as well as its
history. Let me show you a map of our interests down there."
He rose and passed into the next room to get the map. The moment
his back was turned, Kennedy reached over to a typewriter desk
that stood in a corner of the office, left open by the
stenographer, who had gone. He took two thin second sheets of
paper and a new carbon sheet. A hasty dab or two of the library
paste completed his work.
Carefully Craig laid the prepared paper on the floor just a few
inches from the door into the outer office and scattered a few
other sheets about, as though the wind had blown them off the
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