I saw one this morning, sir," replied the groom.
"Indeed?" said Kennedy. "Do you suppose you could catch a couple
for me?"
"Guess I could, sir--alive, you mean?"
"Oh, yes, alive--I don't want you to violate the game laws. This
is the closed season, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, but then it's all right, sir, here on the estate."
"Bring them to me this afternoon, or--no, keep them here in the
stable in a cage and let me know when you have them. If anybody
asks you about them, say they belong to Mr. Tom."
Craig handed a small treasury note to the groom, who took it with
a grin and touched his hat.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll let you know when I have the bunnies."
As we walked slowly back from the stables we caught sight of Tom
down at the boat-house just putting off in the motor-boat with
his uncle and cousin. Craig waved to him, and he walked up to
meet us.
"While you're in Saranac," said Craig, "buy me a dozen or so
test-tubes. Only, don't let anyone here at the house know you are
buying them. They might ask questions."
While they were gone Kennedy stole into James Langley's room and
after a few minutes returned to our room with the hunting-jacket.
He carefully examined it with his pocket lens. Then he filled a
drinking-glass with warm boiled water and added a few pinches of
table salt.
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