Everybody seems to have
appreciated the importance of the dagger."
"Except Norton," I could not help putting in in disgust.
"And now it's gone," he continued, "just as though some one had
dropped it overboard. I believe I will keep that appointment you
made for me with Whitney, after all."
Thus it happened that I found myself a third time entering
Whitney's building. I was about to step into the elevator, when
Kennedy tugged at my arm and pulled me back.
"Hello, Norton," I heard him say, as I turned and caught sight of
the archaeologist just leaving an elevator that had come down.
Norton's face plainly showed that he was worried.
"What the matter?" asked Kennedy, putting the circumstances
together. "What has Whitney been doing?"
Norton seemed reluctant to talk, but having no alternative
motioned to us to step aside in the corridor.
"It's the first time I've talked with him since the dagger was
stolen--that is, about the loss," he said nervously. "He called me
up half an hour ago and asked me to come down."
I looked at Kennedy significantly. Evidently it must have been
just after his return to the office and receipt of the letter
which I had stuck in the letter slot.
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