Carton looked at Kennedy in amazement. Haddon was the last person
in the world whom he had evidently expected to discover here.
"How--what do you mean?"
"The episode of the telephone booth gave me the first hint. That
is the favourite stunt of the drug fiend--a few minutes alone, and
he thinks no one is the wiser about his habit. Then, too, there
was the story about his speed mania. That is a frequent failing of
the cocainist. The drug, too, was killing his interest in Loraine
Keith--that is the last stage.
"Yet under its influence, just as with his lobbygow and
lieutenant, Brodie, he found power and inspiration. With him it
took the form of bombs to protect himself in his graft."
"He can't--escape this time--Loraine. We'll leave it--at his
house--you know--Carton--"
We looked quickly at the work-table. On it was a gigantic bomb of
clockwork over which Haddon had been working. The cocaine which
was to have given him inspiration had, thanks to Kennedy, overcome
him.
Beside Loraine Keith were a suit-case and a Gladstone.
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