At any rate, he
seemed visibly relieved when the promoter excused himself and
walked over to the desk to get his mail and then out into the
cafe.
"I'd like to get a better view of her," remarked Kennedy, rising.
"Let us take a turn or two along the corridor and pass them."
We sauntered forth from our alcove and strolled down among the
various knots of people chatting and laughing. As we passed the
woman and her son, I was conscious again of that strange feeling,
which psychologists tell us, however, has no real foundation, of
being stared at from behind.
At the lower end of the lobby Kennedy turned suddenly and we
started to retrace our steps. Alfonso's back was toward us now.
Again we passed them, just in time to catch the words, in a low
tone, from the young man, "Yes, I have seen him at the University.
Every one there knows that he is--"
The rest of the sentence was lost. But it was not difficult to
reconstruct. It referred undoubtedly to the activities of Kennedy
in unravelling mysteries.
"It's quite evident," I suggested, "that they know that we are
interested in them now."
"Yes," he agreed. "There wasn't any use of watching them further
from under cover. I wanted them to see me, just to find out what
they would do.
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