He seemed to know that tears were
the safety-valve she needed.
"Mr. Jameson will see that you get home safely in a taxicab," he
continued. "You can trust him as you would myself."
I can imagine circumstances under which I would have enjoyed
escorting Inez to her home, but today was not one of the times.
Yet she seemed so helpless, so grateful for everything we did for
her that I did not need even the pressure of her little hand as
she hurried into the apartment from the car with a hasty word of
thanks.
"You will tell Mr. Kennedy--you will both be--so careful?" she
hesitated before leaving me.
I assured her that we would, wondering what she might fear for us,
as I drove away again. There did not happen to be any of the
newspaper men about at the time, and I did not stop.
Back in the laboratory, I found Kennedy arranging something under
the rug at the door as I came up the hall.
"Don't step there, Walter," he cautioned. "Step over the rug. I'm
expecting visitors. How was she when she arrived home?"
I told him of her parting injunction.
"Not bad advice," he remarked. "I think there's a surprise back of
those warnings. They weren't sent just for effect."
He had closed the door, and we were standing by the table, looking
at the letters, when we heard a noise at the door.
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