" He laid
them down and looked squarely at Kennedy. "Do you mind telling me
whose feet made these prints?"
"Turn the second over. You will see the name written on it."
"Lockwood!" exclaimed Norton in a gasp as he read the name. "No--
you don't mean it."
"I mean nothing less," repeated Kennedy firmly. "I do not say what
happened afterwards, but Lockwood was in the Museum, hiding in the
mummy case, that night."
Norton's mind was evidently working rapidly. "I wish I had your
power of deduction, Kennedy," he said, at length. "I suppose you
realize what this means?"
"What does it mean to you?" asked Kennedy, changing front.
Norton hesitated. "Well," he replied, "it means to me, I suppose,
what it means to any one who stops to think. If Lockwood was
there, he got the dagger. If he had the dagger--it was he who used
it!"
The inference was so strong that Craig could not deny it. Whether
it was his opinion or not was another matter.
"It fits in with other facts, too," continued Norton. "For
instance, it was Lockwood who discovered the body of Mendoza."
"But the elevator boy took Lockwood up himself," objected Craig,
more for the sake of promoting the discussion than to combat
Norton.
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