"The de Moches are nobody's tools," I remarked. "That young man
seems to have a pretty definite idea of what he wants to do."
"At least he puts it so before us," was all that Kennedy would
grant. "He seems to be as well informed of what passed at that
visit to the Senora as though he had been there too."
We had scarcely opened the laboratory door when the ringing of the
telephone told us that some one had been trying to get in touch
for some time.
"It was Norton," said Kennedy, hanging up the receiver. "I imagine
he wants to know what happened after we left him and went up to
see Whitney."
That was, in fact, just what Norton wanted, as well as to make
clear to us how he felt on the subject.
"Really, Kennedy," he remarked, "it must be fine to feel that your
chair in the University is endowed rather than subsidized. You saw
how Whitney acted, you say. Why, he makes me feel as if I were his
hired man, instead of head of the University's expedition. I'm
glad it's over. Still, if you could find that dagger and have it
returned it might look better for me. You have no clue, I
suppose?"
"I'm getting closer to one," replied Craig confidently, though on
what he could base any optimism I could not see.
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