"Norton seems to have suddenly become quite solicitous of the
welfare of Senorita Mendoza," I hazarded, as he worked over the
adjustment of the thing.
Kennedy smiled. "Every one seems to be--even Whitney," he
returned, twisting a set-screw until he had the alignment of the
various parts as he wanted it.
The telephone bell rang.
"Do you want to answer it?" I asked Craig.
"No," he replied, not even looking up from his work. "Find out who
it is. Unless it is something very important say I am out on an
investigation and that you have heard from me; that I shall not be
either at the laboratory or the apartment until tomorrow morning.
I must get this done to-night."
I took down the receiver.
"Hello, is this Professor Kennedy?" I recognized a voice.
"No," I replied. "Is there any message I can take?"
"This is Mr. Lockwood," came back the information I had already
guessed. "When do you expect him?"
"It's Lockwood," I whispered to Craig, my hand over the
transmitter.
"See what he wants," returned Craig. "Tell him what I told you."
I repeated Kennedy's message.
"Well, that's too bad," replied Lockwood. "I've just seen Mr.
Whitney, and he tells me that Kennedy and you are pretty friendly
with Norton, Of course, I knew that.
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