She saw that I had seen
her and raised her other hand with a finger to her lips and an
explanatory glance at Kennedy who was keeping the others
interested. Instantly, I recognized the little vial which Craig
had shoved into his waistcoat pocket. That had been the purpose of
his whispered conference with her when we arrived. I said nothing,
but determined to observe more closely.
More coffee and more cigarettes followed, always from the same box
which was now on the table. The luncheon developed almost a real
conversation. For the time, under the spell of our hostess, we
nearly forgot that we were in reality bitter enemies.
My real interest, as time passed, centred in Whitney and I could
not help watching him closely. Was it a fact, or was it merely my
imagination? He seemed quite different. The pupils of his eyes did
not seem to be quite so dilated as they had been at other times,
or even when he arrived. Even his heart action appeared to be more
normal. I think Inez noticed it, too. There was none of the
wildness in his conversation, such as there often had been at
other times.
Our party was prolonged beyond the time we had expected, but,
although he had much on his mind, Kennedy made no move to break it
up.
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