"It is wonderful," I agreed. "Are you ready?"
We left the apartment and walked along in the bracing morning air
toward the campus and the Chemistry Building. Sure enough, as I
had expected, Kennedy was in his laboratory.
As we entered he was verifying his experiments and checking over
his results, carefully endeavouring to isolate any of the other
closely related mydriatic alkaloids that might be contained in the
noxious fumes of the poisoned tobacco.
Though Craig was already convinced of what was going on, I knew
that he always considered it a matter of considerable medico-legal
importance to be exact, for if the affair ever came to the stage
of securing an indictment the charge could be sustained only by
specific proof.
As we appeared in the door, however, he laid aside his work, and
greeted us.
"I suppose Jameson has already told you that I called you up last
night--and what I said?" began Lockwood.
Kennedy nodded. "It was something about Norton, wasn't it?"
Lockwood leaned over impressively and almost whispered: "Of
course, you are in no position to know, but there are ugly rumours
current down in Lima among the natives regarding that dagger."
Kennedy did not appear to be particularly impressed.
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