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He listened without comment and I rattled on, determined
not to allow him to negative it.
"And," I added, warming up to the subject, "I think I owe a debt
of gratitude to the managing editor. He has crystallised in my
mind an idea that has long been latent. Why, Craig," I went on,
"that is exactly what you want--to show people how they can never
hope to beat the modern scientific detective, to show that the
crime-hunters have gone ahead faster even than--"
The telephone tinkled insistently.
Without a word, Kennedy motioned to me to "listen in" on the
extension on my desk, which he had placed there as a precaution so
that I could corroborate any conversation that took place over our
wire.
His action was quite enough to indicate to me that, at least, he
had no objection to the plan.
"This is Dr. Leslie--the coroner. Can you come to the Municipal
Hospital--right away?"
"Right away, Doctor," answered Craig, hanging up the receiver.
"Walter, you'll come, too?"
A quarter of an hour later we were in the courtyard of the city's
largest hospital.


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