I saw you at the Mendozas'
together the first time. I'd like to have a talk with him about
that man. I suppose he has told you all his side of the story of
his relations with Whitney."
I am, if anything, a good listener, and so I said nothing, not
even that he had better tell it to Kennedy in the morning, for it
was such a novelty to have any of these people talk voluntarily
that I really didn't much care whether I believed what they said
or not.
"I used to know him down in Lima, you know," went on Lockwood.
"What I want to say has to do with that dagger he says was stolen.
I want to tell what I know of how he got it. There was an Indian
mixed up in it who committed suicide--well, you tell Kennedy I'll
see him in the morning."
Lockwood rang off, and I repeated what he had told me, as Kennedy
continued to adjust the apparatus.
"Say," I exclaimed, as I finished. "That was a harry's of a
commission you gave Norton just now, watching the de Moches. Why,
they'd eat him alive if they got a chance, and I don't know that
all's like a Sunday school on his part. Lockwood doesn't seem to
think so."
Kennedy smiled quietly. "That was why I asked him to do it," he
returned. "I thought that he wouldn't let much escape him.
Pages:
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179