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Nothing would do but that the car
must take us all the way back, while Brixton summoned another from
the house for himself.
The ride was accomplished swiftly in record time. Kennedy said
little. Apparently the exhilaration of the on-rush of cool air was
quite in keeping with his mood, though for my part, I should have
preferred something a little more relaxing of the nervous tension.
"We've been at it five days, now," I remarked wearily as I dropped
into an easy chair in our own quarters. "Are you going to keep up
this debauch?"
Kennedy laughed.
"No," he said with a twinkle of scientific mischief, "no, I'm
going to sleep it off."
"Thank heaven!" I muttered.
"Because," he went on seriously, "that case interrupted a long
series of tests I am making on the sensitiveness of selenium to
light, and I want to finish them up soon. There's no telling when
I shall be called on to use the information."
I swallowed hard. He really meant it. He was laying out more work
for himself.
Next morning I fully expected to find that he had gone.


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