"What is it?"
"Do you want me to tell you the truth?"
"Yes," she murmured.
His voice was low and tense.
"I was there--yes--but the dagger was gone!"
XVII
THE VOICE FROM THE AIR
"Do you believe it?" I asked Kennedy, as the voices died away,
leaving us with a feeling that some one had gone out of the very
room in which we were.
He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. But I cannot say that
he seemed ill pleased at the result of the interview.
"We'll just keep this vocaphone in," he remarked. "It may come in
handy some time. Now, I think we had better go back to the
laboratory! Things have begun to move."
On the way back he stopped to telephone Norton to meet us and a
few minutes after we arrived, the archaeologist entered.
Kennedy lost no time in coming directly to the point, and Norton
could see, in fact seemed to expect and be prepared for what was
coming.
"Well," exclaimed Kennedy, "you've done it, this time!"
"I know what you are going to ask," returned Norton. "You are
going to ask me why I did it. And I'm going to tell you. After I
left you, the other day, I thought about it a long time. The more
I thought, the more of a shame it seemed to me that a girl like
that should be made a victim of her feelings.
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