"No wonder they are so careful when it is a felony even
to have it in your possession in such quantities. See how careful
they are about the adulteration, too. You could never tell except
from the effect whether it was the pure or only a few-per-cent.-
pure article."
Kennedy took a last look at the den, to make sure that nothing had
been disturbed that would arouse suspicion.
"We may as well go," he remarked. "To-morrow, I want to be free to
make the connection outside with that wire in the shaft."
Imagine our surprise, the next morning, when a tap at our door
revealed Loraine Keith herself.
"Is this Professor Kennedy?" she asked, gazing at us with a half-
wild expression which she was making a tremendous effort to
control. "Because if it is, I have something to tell him that may
interest Mr. Carton."
We looked at her curiously. Without her make-up she was pallid and
yellow in spots, her hands trembling, cold, and sweaty, her eyes
sunken and glistening, with pupils dilated, her breathing short
and hurried, restless, irresolute, and careless of her personal
appearance.
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