As Kennedy re-entered, Close was buttoning up his coat
preparatory to leaving, and Lawrence was lighting a fresh cigar.
In his hand Kennedy held a notebook. "My stenographer writes a
very legible shorthand; at least I find it so--from long
practice, I suppose. As I glance over her notes I find many facts
which will interest you later--at the trial. But--ah, here at the
end--let me read:
"'Well, he's very clever, but he has nothing against me, has he?'
"'No, not unless he can produce the agent who bought the radium
for you.'
"'But he can't do that. No one could ever have recognised you on
your flying trip to London disguised as a diamond merchant who
had just learned that he could make his faulty diamonds good by
applications of radium and who wanted a good stock of the stuff.'
"'Still, we'll have to drop the suit against Gregory after all,
in spite of what I said. That part is hopelessly spoiled.'
"'Yes, I suppose so. Oh, well, I'm free now. She can hardly help
but consent to a divorce now, and a quiet settlement. She brought
it on herself--we tried every other way to do it, but she--she
was too good to fall into it. She forced us to it.'
"'Yes, you'll get a good divorce now. But can't we shut up this
man Kennedy? Even if he can't prove anything against us, the mere
rumour of such a thing coming to the ears of Mrs.
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