In fact, in the confusion we were only too
glad to escape any more such mournful congratulations.
"Well," Craig remarked, as we walked quickly down the street, "if
we have to wait here for a train, I prefer to wait in the railroad
station. I have done my part. Now my only interest is to get away
before they either offer me a banquet or lynch me."
Actually, I think he would have preferred the novelty of dealing
with a lynching party, if he had had to choose between the two.
We caught a train soon, however, and fortunately it had a diner
attached. Kennedy whiled away the time between courses by reading
the graft exposures in the city.
As we rolled into the station late in the afternoon, he tossed
aside the paper with an air of relief.
"Now for a quiet evening in the laboratory," he exclaimed, almost
gleefully.
By what stretch of imagination he could call that recreation, I
could not see. But as for quietness, I needed it, too. I had
fallen wofully behind in my record of the startling events through
which he was conducting me.
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