"He will detail Burke for this special service as long as we want
him," reported Craig, sitting down again.
Inez was delighted, naturally, for the affair had been a terrific
shock to her. I could see how relieved she felt, for I was sitting
directly next to her.
The maid had, meanwhile brought in the coffee and Inez had been
waiting to pour until Kennedy returned. She did not do so, now,
either, however. It seemed as if she were waiting for some kind of
signal from Kennedy.
"What a splendid view of the park you get here," remarked Kennedy
turning toward the long, low windows that opened on a balustraded
balcony. "Just look at that stream of automobiles passing on the
west drive."
Common politeness dictated that all should turn and look, although
there was no novelty in the sight for any of us.
As I have said, I was sitting next to Inez. To me she was a far
more attractive sight than any view of the park. I barely looked
out of the window. Imagine my surprise, then, at seeing her take
advantage of the diversion to draw from the folds of her dress a
little vial and pour a bit of yellowish, syrupy liquid into the
cup of coffee which she was preparing for Whitney.
I could not help looking at her quickly.
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