He still
has those shadows on me. I wouldn't be surprised if there was one
of them around in a doorway, now."
"No," returned Kennedy, "he didn't say anything that was
important. They still say they haven't the dagger."
"Of course," said Norton.
"You'll wait around a little longer?" asked Kennedy as we came to
a corner and stopped.
"I think so," returned Norton. "I'll keep you posted."
Kennedy and I walked on a bit.
"I'm going around to see how Burke, O'Connor's man, is getting on
watching the Mendoza apartment, Walter," he said at length. "Then
I have two or three other little outside matters to attend to. You
look tired. Why don't you go home and take a rest? I shan't be
working in the laboratory to-night, either."
"I think I will," I agreed, for the strain of the case was
beginning to tell on me.
XX
THE PULMOTOR
I went directly to our apartment after Craig left me and for a
little while sat up, speculating on the probabilities of the case.
Senora de Moche had told us of her ancestor who had been intrusted
with the engraved dagger, of how it had been handed down, of the
death of her brother; she had told us of the murder of the
ancestor of Inez Mendoza, of the curse of Mansiche.
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