"
Yes, it was plain that time. But the words followed one another
in quick succession. There was no rest. She had no chance to
collect herself. I noted the marked difference in the reaction
time and, in my sympathy, damned this cold; scientific third
degree.
"Paris." "France."
"Quartier Latin." "Students."
"Apaches." Craig gave it its Gallicised pronunciation, "Apash."
"Really, Dr. Kennedy," she said, "there is nothing I can
associate with them--well, yes, les vaches, I believe. You had
better count that question out. I've wasted a good many seconds."
"Very well, let us try again," he replied with a forced
unconcern, though the answer seemed to interest him, for "les
vaches" meant "the cows," otherwise known as the police.
No lawyer could have revelled in an opportunity for putting
leading questions more ruthlessly than did Kennedy. He snapped
out his words sharply and unexpectedly.
"Chandelier." "Light."
"Electric light," he emphasised. "Broadway," she answered,
endeavouring to force a new association of ideas to replace one
which she strove to conceal.
"Safe." "Vaults." Out of the corner of my eye I could see that
the indicator showed a tremendously increased heart action. As
for the reaction time, I noted that it was growing longer and
more significant.
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