With a piece of sterilised gauze from Doctor Putnam's
medicine-chest, he carefully washed off a few portions of the
coat and set the glass and the gauze soaking in it aside. Then he
returned the coat to the closet where he had found it. Next, as
silently, he stole into Junior's room and repeated the process
with his hunting-jacket, using another glass and piece of gauze.
"While I am out of the room, Walter," he said, "I want you to
take these two glasses, cover them, and number them and on a slip
of paper which you must retain, place the names of the owners of
the respective coats. I don't like this part of it--I hate to
play spy and would much rather come out in the open, but there is
nothing else to do, and it is much better for all concerned that
I should play the game secretly just now. There may be no cause
for suspicion at all. In that case I'd never forgive myself for
starting a family row. And then again but we shall see."
After I had numbered and recorded the glasses Kennedy returned,
and we went down-stairs again.
"Curious about the will, isn't it?" I remarked as we stood on the
wide verandah a moment.
"Yes," he replied. "It may be necessary to go back to New York to
delve into that part of it before we get through, but I hope not.
We'll wait.
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