But there was nothing there.
"They will bear watching, all right," he said, as he rose to go.
"Old Mendoza was never quite the same after he became so intimate
with her. And I think I can see a change in Whitney."
"What do you attribute it to?" asked Kennedy, without admitting
that it had attracted his attention, too.
"I haven't the slightest idea," confessed Norton.
"Inez is as afraid of her as any of the rest," remarked Kennedy
thoughtfully. "She says it is the evil eye."
"Not an uncommon belief among Latin-Americans," commented Norton.
"In fact, I suppose there are people among us who believe in the
evil eye yet. Still, you can hardly blame that little girl for
believing it is almost anything. Well, I won't keep you any
longer. I shall let you know of anything I find out from the de
Moches. I think you are getting on remarkably."
Norton left us, his face much brighter than it had been when we
met him at the door.
Kennedy, alone at last in the laboratory, went over to a cabinet
and took out a peculiar-looking apparatus, which seemed, as nearly
as I can describe it, to consist of a sort of triangular prism,
set with its edge vertically on a rigid platform attached to a
massive stand of brass.
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