I don't
know what his game was"--here he lowered his voice to a whisper
"but they say Close owes him a good deal of money. You can figure
it out for yourself as you like. Now, I've told you all I know.
Come in again, Jameson, when you want some more scandal, and
remember me to the boys down on the Star."
The following day the maid visited Kennedy at his laboratory
while I was reporting to him on the result of my investigations.
She looked worn and haggard. She had spent a sleepless night and
begged that Kennedy would not ask her to repeat the experiment.
"I can promise you, Marie," he said, "that you will rest better
to-night. But you must spend one more night in Mrs. Close's room.
By the way, can you arrange for me to go through the room this
morning when you go back?"
Marie said she could, and an hour or so later Craig and I quietly
slipped into the Close residence under her guidance. He was
carrying something that looked like a miniature barrel, and I had
another package which he had given me, both carefully wrapped up.
The butler eyed us suspiciously, but Marie spoke a few words to
him and I think showed him Mrs. Close's note. Anyhow he said
nothing.
Within the room that the unfortunate woman had occupied Kennedy
took the coverings off the packages.
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