"I have been showing this to every one who might help me,"
returned Kennedy, going back into the laboratory after giving me
an opportunity to dispose of the shoe-prints.
He handed the anonymous letter and the other warnings to the young
soldier of fortune, with a brief explanation.
"Why don't they come out into the open, whoever they are?"
commented Lockwood, laying the papers down carelessly again on the
table. "I'll meet them--if they mean me."
"Who?" asked Kennedy.
Lockwood faced Norton and ourselves.
"I'm not a mind reader," he said significantly. "But it doesn't
take much to see that some one wants to throw a brick at me. When
I have anything to say I say it openly. Inez Mendoza without
friends just now would be a mark, wouldn't she?"
His strong face and powerful jaw were set in a menacing scowl. He
would be a bold man who would have come between Lockwood and the
lady under the circumstances.
"You are confident of Mr. Whitney?" inquired Kennedy.
"Ask Norton," replied Lockwood briefly. "He knew him long before I
did."
Norton smiled quietly. "Mr. Kennedy should know what my opinion of
Mr. Whitney is, I think," replied Norton confidently.
"I trust that you will succeed in running these blackmailers
down," pursued Lockwood, still standing.
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