"One of these capsules would have been worth hundreds of
thousands of dollars to 'John,'" said Craig contemplatively, as
he shut the box and deposited it carefully in his inside vest
pocket. "I don't believe I even said good morning to you,
O'Connor," he continued. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting here
long. Have you obtained the samples of ink?"
"Yes, Professor. Here they are. As soon as you telephoned this
morning I sent my men out separately to get them. There's the ink
from the druggist, this is from the Vandam library, this is from
Farrington's room, and this is from Mrs. Popper's apartment."
"Thank you, Inspector. I don't know what I'd do without your
help," said Kennedy, eagerly taking four small vials from him.
"Science is all right, but organisation enables science to work
quickly. And quickness is the essence of this case."
During the afternoon Kennedy was very busy in his laboratory,
where I found him that night after my hurried dinner, from which
he was absent.
"What, is it after dinner-time?" he exclaimed, holding up a glass
beaker and watching the reaction of something he poured into it
from a test-tube.
"Craig, I believe that when you are absorbed in a case, you would
rather work than eat. Did you have any lunch after I left you?"
"I don't think so," he replied, regarding the beaker and not his
answer.
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