"Oh, yes, she and Vanderdyke were very good friends, very,
indeed. I think they must have known each other here in the
States. Still they played their parts well at the time. Since
things have settled down in Venezuela, the concessionaires have
found no further use for Vanderdyke either, and here they are,
Vanderdyke and Mrs. Ralston, both in New York now, with two of
the most outrageous schemes of financing ever seen on Broad
Street. They have offices in the same building, they are together
a great deal, and now I hear that the state attorney-general is
after both of them."
With this information and a very meagre report of the Wainwright
trip to the Far East, which had taken in some out-of-the-way
places apparently, I hastened back to Kennedy. He was surrounded
by bottles, tubes, jars, retorts, Bunsen burners, everything in
the science and art of chemistry, I thought.
I didn't like the way he looked. His hand was unsteady, and his
eyes looked badly, but he seemed quite put out when I suggested
that he was working too hard over the case. I was worried about
him, but rather than say anything to offend him I left him for
the rest of the afternoon, only dropping in before dinner to make
sure that he would not forget to eat something. He was then
completing his preparations for the evening.
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