"She thinks it referred to you, then?" asked Kennedy.
"Evidently," he replied; then added, "I won't say but that I have
taken it seriously, too."
He slapped his hip pocket. Under the tail of his coat bulged a
blue-steel automatic.
"You still have no idea who could have sent it, or why?"
Lockwood shook his head. "Whoever he is, I'm ready," he replied
grimly, bowing us out.
XI
THE SHOE-PRINTS
"I'm afraid we've neglected the Senorita a bit, in our efforts to
follow up what clues we have in the case," remarked Kennedy, as we
rode uptown again. "She needs all the protection we can give her.
I think we'd better drop around there, now that she is pretty
likely to be left alone."
Accordingly, instead of going back to the laboratory, we dropped
off near the apartment of the Mendozas and walked over from the
subway.
As we turned the corner, far down the long block I could see the
entrance to the apartment.
"There she is now," I said to Kennedy, catching sight of her
familiar figure, clad in sombre black, as she came down the steps.
"I wonder where she can be going."
She turned at the foot of the steps and, as chance would have it,
started in the opposite direction from us.
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