I looked at Kennedy blankly. We seemed to have
uncovered so little that was tangible that I was much surprised to
find that apparently he was well contented with what had happened
in the case so far.
"I shall be busy for a few hours in the laboratory, Walter," he
remarked, as we parted at the subway. "I think, if you have
nothing better to do, that you might employ the time in looking up
some of the gossip about Mrs. Maitland and Masterson, to say
nothing of Dr. Ross," he emphasised. "Drop in after dinner."
There was not much that I could find. Of Mrs. Maitland there was
practically nothing that I already did not know from having seen
her name in the papers. She was a leader in a certain set which
was devoting its activities to various social and moral
propaganda. Masterson's early escapades were notorious even in the
younger smart set in which he had moved, but his years abroad had
mellowed the recollection of them. He had not distinguished
himself in any way since his return to set gossip afloat, nor had
any tales of his doings abroad filtered through to New York
clubland.
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