"No," she murmured, glancing down again.
"Then trust me just this once. Do as I ask you."
For an instant she struggled with herself. What would he ask?
"What is it?" she questioned, raising her eyes to him again.
"Have you seen Mr. Lockwood?"
"No."
"Then, I want you to see him. Surely you wish to have no secrets
from him any more than you would wish him to have anything secret
from you. See him. Ask him frankly about it all. It is the only
fair thing to him--it is only fair to yourself."
Senorita Mendoza was no coward. "I--I will," she almost whispered.
"Splendid!" exclaimed Kennedy in admiration. "I knew that you
would. You are not the woman who could do otherwise. May I see
that you get home safely? Walter, call a taxicab."
Senorita Mendoza was calmer, though pale and still nervous, when I
returned. Kennedy handed her into the car and then returned to the
laboratory for two rather large packages, which he handed to me.
"You must come along with us, Walter," he said. "We shall need
you."
Scarcely a word was spoken as we jolted over the city pavements
and at last reached the apartment. Inez and Craig entered and I
followed, carrying just one of the packages as Craig had indicated
by dumb show, leaving the other in the car, which was to wait.
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