It was Norton again.
"I've been thinking of what you told me last night," he explained,
before Kennedy had a chance to tell him to step over the rug. "Has
anything else happened?"
Kennedy tossed over the anonymous letter, and Norton read it
eagerly.
"Whom does it mean?" he asked, quickly glancing up, then adding,
"It might mean any of us who are trying to help her."
"Exactly," returned Kennedy. "Or it might be Lockwood, or even de
Moche. By the way, you know the young man pretty well, don't you?
I wonder if you could find him anywhere about the University this
morning and persuade him to visit me?"
"I will try," agreed Norton. "But these people are so very
suspicious just now that I can't promise."
Norton went out a few minutes later to see what he could do to
locate Alfonso, and Kennedy replaced another blank sheet of paper
for that under the rug on which Norton had stepped before we could
warn him.
No sooner had he gone than Kennedy reached for the telephone and
called Whitney's office. Lockwood was there, as he had hoped, and,
after a short talk, promised to drop in on us later in the
morning.
It was fully half an hour before Norton returned, having finally
found Alfonso.
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