"It could not be Mr. Lockwood?" demanded Craig.
"Who sent it?" he asked, looking up.
"No--whom it warns against."
De Moche had known what Kennedy meant, but had preferred to
postpone the answer. It was native never to come to the point
unless he was forced to do so. He met our eyes squarely. He had
not the penetrating power that his mother possessed, yet his was a
sharp faculty of observation.
"Mr. Lockwood is very friendly with her," he admitted, then seemed
to think something else necessary to round out the idea. "Mr.
Kennedy, I might have told her the same myself. Senorita Mendoza
has been a very dear friend--for a long time."
I had been so used to having him evasive that now I did not
exactly know what to make of such a burst of confidence. It was
susceptible of at least two interpretations. Was he implying that
it was sent to cast suspicion on him, because he felt that way
himself or because he himself was her friend?
"There have been other warnings," pursued Kennedy, "both to myself
and Mr. Jameson, as well as Professor Norton and Dr. Leslie.
Surely you must have some idea of the source."
De Moche shook his head. "None that I can think of," he replied.
"Have you asked my mother?"
"Not yet," admitted Kennedy.
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