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"I think the Prince Edward Albert will be the scene of our operations, to-night, Walter," he announced, reaching for his hat. He seemed to be in a hurry and it was not many minutes before we entered. As he passed the dining-room he glanced in. There was Whitney, not half through a leisurely dinner. Neither of the de Moches seemed to be downstairs.
They are a desperate, revengeful people." I looked at him quickly. Did he mean the de Moches? I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and that I had better go slow that day and regain my strength, a fortunate decision, as it turned out. Kennedy, also, spent most of the time in the laboratory, so that, after all, I did not feel that I was missing very much.
"I think if I were you," he said at length, "I'd keep a close watch on the de Moches, both of them, too." "Exactly," agreed Craig, without showing undue interest. Lockwood had risen. "Well," he snapped, "you may not think much of what I am telling you now. But just wait until OUR detectives begin to dig up facts." No sooner had he left than I turned to Craig. "What was that?" I asked. "A plant?"
I want to tell what I know of how he got it. There was an Indian mixed up in it who committed suicide well, you tell Kennedy I'll see him in the morning." Lockwood rang off, and I repeated what he had told me, as Kennedy continued to adjust the apparatus. "Say," I exclaimed, as I finished. "That was a harry's of a commission you gave Norton just now, watching the de Moches.
You know as well as I do that you have planned to get Inez Mendoza away from my influence to kidnap her, in other words " "We kidnap her?" gasped Lockwood. "What do you mean, man? I know nothing of this. Is she gone?" He wheeled on the de Moches. "This is some of your work. If anything happens to that girl there isn't an Indian feud can equal the vengeance I will take!"
Kennedy glanced over at the de Moches, not in fear but in amusement at what they would think if they could hear O'Connor's uncultured opinion. "All right, O'Connor," said Craig, "everything seems to be going as well as we can expect. Don't forget to tell Burke I'm here." "I won't. Just a minute. He's on another wire for me." Kennedy waited impatiently.
"There have been enough crimes committed without adding another murder to the list." "Keep on watching the de Moches," requested Kennedy as Norton made his way to the door. "Yes," agreed Norton. "They will bear it particularly Alfonso. They are hot-blooded. You never know what they are going to do, and they keep their own counsel. I might hope that Lockwood would forget; but a de Moche never."
I called, but there was no answer. Then we all called. There came back nothing but a mocking echo. I could not follow him. If I did, I would lose the de Moches. Had he been laying low, waiting his opportunity to get away? Or was he playing a lone hand? Much as I suspected about him, during the past few hours I had come to admire him.
"The marks that I found in the dust of the sarcophagus in the Museum were those of a man's shoes. However, I suppose I must wait to get them." He walked over to the desk and made inquiries about the de Moches and Whitney. Each had a suite on the eighth floor, though on opposite sides and at opposite ends of the hall.
We had reached the campus by this time, and parted at the gate, each to go his way. "You will drop in on me if you hear anything?" invited Craig. "Yes," promised Alfonso. "We shall see you at four." With this parting reminder he turned toward the School of Mines while we debouched off toward the Chemistry Building. "The de Moches are nobody's tools," I remarked.
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