"
Evidently he either did not know the tale as well as the Senora,
or was not prepared to take us entirely into his confidence.
"Who is Haggerty?" asked Craig, thinking of the name signed to the
letter we had read.
"An agent of Whitney and his associates, who manages things in
Lima," explained Norton. "Why?"
"Nothing--only I have heard the name and wondered what his
connection might be. I understand better now."
Kennedy seemed to be anxious to get to work on something, and,
after a few minutes, Norton left us.
No sooner had the door closed than he took the glass-bell jar off
his microscope and drew from a table drawer several scraps of
paper on which I recognized the marks left by the carbon sheets.
He set to work on another of those painstaking tasks of
examination, and I retired to my typewriter, which I had moved
into the next room, in order to leave Kennedy without anything
that might distract attention from his work.
One after another he examined the sheets which he had marked,
starting with a hand-lens and then using one more powerful. At the
top of the table lay the specially prepared paper on which he had
caught and preserved the marks in the dust of the Egyptian
sarcophagus in the Museum.
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