I was there to
get the dagger. But before I could get it, some one else must have
done so. It was gone."
I wanted to believe Lockwood. As for Craig he said nothing.
"Then, when I did have a chance to get away that night," he
continued, "I went over to Mendoza's. The rest you know."
"You have told Inez that?" asked Kennedy in order to seem properly
surprised.
"Yes--and I think she believes me. I can't say. Things are
strained with her. It will take time. I'm not one of those who can
take a girl by main force and make her do what she won't do. I
wish I could smooth things over. Let me see the prints."
Kennedy handed them over to him. He looked at them, long and
closely, then handed back the damning evidence against himself.
"I know it would be no use to destroy these," he remarked. "In the
first place that would really incriminate me. And in the second I
suppose you have copies."
Craig smiled blandly.
"But I can tell you," he exclaimed, bringing his fist down on the
laboratory table with a bang, "that before I lose that girl,
somebody will pay for it--and there won't be any mistakes made,
either."
The scowl on his face and the menacing look in his eye showed that
now, with his back up against the wall, he was not bluffing.
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