"
"Thank you very much," returned Kennedy quietly. "Mr. Whitney has
already told me he intended to do so."
Lockwood eyed us critically, as though not quite sure what to make
of the cool manner in which Craig took it.
"I think if I were you," he said at length, "I'd keep a close
watch on the de Moches, both of them, too."
"Exactly," agreed Craig, without showing undue interest.
Lockwood had risen. "Well," he snapped, "you may not think much of
what I am telling you now. But just wait until OUR detectives
begin to dig up facts." No sooner had he left than I turned to
Craig. "What was that?" I asked. "A plant?"
"Perhaps," he returned, clearing up the materials which he had
been using.
The telephone rang.
"Hello, Norton," I heard Craig answer. "What's that? You are
shadowed by some one--you think it is by Whitney?"
I had been expecting something of the sort, and listened
attentively, but it was impossible to gather the drift of the one-
sided conversation.
As Kennedy hung up the receiver I remarked, "So it was not a
bluff, after all."
"I think my plan is working," he remarked thoughtfully. "You heard
what he said? He guesses right the first time, that it is Whitney.
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