De Moche entered the laboratory with a suspicious
glance about, as though he thought something might have been
planted there for him.
"I had a most interesting talk with your mother yesterday," began
Kennedy, endeavouring by frankness to put the young man at ease.
"And this morning, already, Senorita Mendoza has called on me."
De Moche was all attention at the words. But before he could say
anything Kennedy handed him the anonymous letter. He read it, and
his face clouded as he handed it back.
"You have no idea who could have sent such a note?" queried Craig,
"or to whom it might refer?"
He glanced at Norton, then at us. It was clear that some sort of
suspicion had flashed over him. "No," he said quickly, "I know no
one who could have sent it."
"But whom does it mean?" asked Kennedy, holding him to the part
that he avoided.
The young man shrugged his shoulders. "She has many friends," he
answered simply.
"Yes," persisted Kennedy, "but few against whom she might be
warned in this way. You do not think it is Professor Norton, for
instance--or myself?"
"Oh, no, no--hardly," he replied, then stopped, realizing that he
had eliminated all but Lockwood, Whitney, and himself.
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