How about that piece of paper that I sent to you with the warning
about the curse of Mansiche and the Gold of the Gods. What if
there should be something in it? I'd rather not be a victim of
this curare, if it's all the same to you, Kennedy."
Kennedy was thinking deeply. Who could have sent the messages to
us all? Who was likely to have known of curare? I confess that I
had not even an idea. All of them, any of them, might have known.
The deeper we got into it, the more dastardly the crime against
Mendoza seemed. Involuntarily, I thought of the beautiful little
Senorita, about whom these terrible events centred. Though I had
no reason for it, I could not forget the fear that she had for
Senora de Moche, and the woman as she had been revealed to us in
our late interview.
"I suppose a Peruvian of average intelligence might know of the
arrow poison of Indians of another country," I ventured to Craig.
"Quite possible," he returned, catching immediately the drift of
my thoughts. "But the shoe-prints indicated that it was a man who
stole the dagger from the Museum. It may be that it was already
poisoned, too. In that case the thief would not have had to know
anything of curare, would not have needed to stab so deeply if he
had known.
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