"Then I should say that he was a great deal cleverer than I gave
him credit for being," returned Norton.
"Well, it's done now, and can't be undone. Have you found out
anything about the de Moches?"
"Not very much, I must admit. Of course, you know I'm not on the
best of terms with them, for some reason or other. But I've been
around the Prince Edward Albert a good deal, and I don't think
they've been able to do much that I haven't some kind of line on.
Alfonso seems to be moping. His professors here tell me that he
has been neglecting his work sadly for the past few days. The
Senora and Whitney seem to be as friendly as ever. I should say
that they were going the pace fast, and it shows on him."
I glanced significantly at Kennedy, but he betrayed nothing that
might lead one to suppose he had discovered the cause. Evidently
he was not ready yet to come out into the open and expected
further developments on the poisoned cigarette clue.
The telephone rang and Craig took down the receiver.
"Yes, this is Kennedy," he answered. "Oh, hello, Lockwood. What's
that? You've been trying to get me all day? I just came in. Why,
yes, I can see you in about half an hour."
"I guess I'd better clear out," said Norton with a bitter laugh,
as Kennedy hung up the receiver.
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