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Only your knowing so many he knows has got you
this far. You'll have to call on a regular day or by appointment
to see him, gentlemen."
There was an air of finality about the last statement that made
Kennedy rise and move toward the door with a hearty "Thank you,
for your kindness," and a wish to be remembered to "poor old
Thornton."
As we climbed into the car he poked me in the ribs. "Just as good
for the present as if we had seen him," he exclaimed. "Drug-fiend,
friend of Mrs. Pitts, committed by Dr. Lord, no wounds."
Then he lapsed into silence as we sped back to the city.
"The Pitts house," ordered Kennedy as we bowled along, after
noting by his watch that it was after nine. Then to me he added,
"We must see Mrs. Pitts once more, and alone."
We waited some time after Kennedy sent up word that he would like
to see Mrs. Pitts. At last she appeared. I thought she avoided
Kennedy's eye, and I am sure that her intuition told her that he
had some revelation to make, against which she was steeling
herself.


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