Are you going to
keep that up? If you are--I'll quit and skip to February. I'll
choose the shortest month, if that's the pace!"
"Any month you please," he smiled grimly, as he reluctantly placed
the tintometer in its cabinet.
There was no use. I knew that any other month would have been just
the same.
"Well," I replied weakly, "all I can hope is that every day won't
be as strenuous as this has been. I hope, at least, you will give
me time to make some notes before you start off again."
"Can't say," he answered, still busy returning paraphernalia to
its accustomed place. "I have no control over the cases as they
come to me--except that I fan turn down those that don't interest
me."
"Then," I sighed wearily, "turn down the next one. I must have
rest. I'm going home to sleep."
"Very well," he said, making no move to follow me.
I shook my head doubtfully. It was impossible to force a card on
Kennedy. Instead of showing any disposition to switch off the
laboratory lights, he appeared to be regarding a row of half-
filled test-tubes with the abstraction of a man who has been
interrupted in the midst of an absorbing occupation.
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