No one at the hotel saw him the
second time.
"What then?" hastened Craig.
"She may have met him somewhere, though it's not likely she had
any intention of going away. All the rest of those people you have
up there seem to have gone prepared. We got something on each of
them. Also you'll be interested to know I've got a report of your
own doings. It was right, Kennedy, I don't blame you. I'd have
done the same with Burke on the job. How are you making out? What?
You're cracking a crib? With what?"
O'Connor whistled as Kennedy related the story of the blow-pipe.
"I think you're on the right track," he commended. "There's
nothing to show it, but I believe Whitney told her something that
changed her mind about going up there. Probably met her in some
tea room, although we can't find anything from the tea rooms.
Anyhow, Burke's out trailing along the road from New York to
Rockledge and I'm getting reports from him whenever he hits a
telephone."
"I wish you'd ask him to call me, here, if he gets anything."
"Sure I will. The last call was from the Chateau Rouge,--that's
about halfway. There was a car with a man and a woman who answers
her description. Then, there was another car, too.
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