"Did anything happen after I left?" she asked eagerly.
"We went back and saw Mr. Whitney," returned Craig. "I believe you
are right. He is acting queerly,"
"Alfonso called me up," she volunteered.
"Was it about anything I should know?" queried Craig.
"Well," she hesitated, "he said he hoped that nothing that had
taken place would change our own relations. That was about all. He
was the dutiful son, and made no attempt to explain anything that
was said."
Kennedy smiled. "You have not seen Mr. Lock, wood since, I
suppose?" he asked.
"You always make me tell what I hadn't intended," she confessed,
smiling back. "Yes, I couldn't help it. At least, I didn't see
him. I called him up. I wanted to tell him what she had said and
that it hadn't made any difference to me."
"What did he say?"
"I can't remember just how he put it, but I think he meant that it
was something very much like that anonymous letter I received. We
both feel that there is some one who wants to make trouble between
us, and we are not going to let it happen."
If she had known of Kennedy's discovery of the shoe-prints, I feel
sure that, as far as we were concerned, the case would have ended
there.
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