"I drove to the apartment," she cried, greatly excited and
sympathetic, "but they told me you had gone out. Oh, I was glad to
hear it. Then I knew it wasn't so serious. For, somehow, I feel
guilty about it. It never would have happened if you hadn't met
me."
"I'm sure it's worth more than it cost," I replied gallantly.
She turned toward Kennedy. "I'm positively frightened," she
exclaimed. "First they direct their attacks against my father--
then against me--now against you. What will it be next? Oh--it is
that curse--it is that curse!"
"Never fear," encouraged Kennedy, "we'll get you out--we'll get
all of us out, now, I should say. It's just because they are so
desperate that we have these things. As long as there is nothing
to fear a criminal will lie low. When he gets scared he does
things. And it's when he does things that he begins to betray
himself."
She shuddered. "I feel as though I was surrounded by enemies," she
murmured. "It is as if an unseen evil power was watching over me
all the time--and mocking me--striking down those I love and
trust. Where will it end?"
Kennedy tried his best to soothe her, but it was evident that the
attack on us could not have had more effect, if it had been
levelled direct at her.
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