His face was brighter and his eyes clearer.
What was it, I wondered? Could it be that he was playing a game
with Carton and had given him a double cross? I was quite
surprised at his next remark.
"Carton," he said confidently, "I'll stick."
"Good," exclaimed the district attorney, as they fell into a
conversation in low tones.
"By the way," drawled Kennedy, "I must telephone to the office in
case they need me."
He had risen and entered the same booth.
Haddon and Carton were still talking earnestly. It was evident
that, for some reason, Haddon had lost his former halting manner.
Perhaps, I reasoned, the bomb episode had, after all, thrown a
scare into him, and he felt that he needed protection against his
own associates, who were quick to discover such dealings as Carton
had forced him into. I rose and lounged back to the booth and
Kennedy.
"Whom did he call?" I whispered, when Craig emerged perspiring
from the booth, for I knew that that was his purpose.
Craig glanced at Haddon, who now seemed absorbed in talking to
Carton.
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