The proof was
too strong. Of course it is none of my business, but I'd advise
some other point of attack."
I must confess to a feeling of disappointment when Kennedy
announced after leaving Kilgore that, for the present, there was
nothing more to be done at East Point until Kahn had made the
arrangements for reopening the grave.
We motored back to Ossining, and Kennedy tried to be reassuring to
Mrs. Godwin.
"By the way," he remarked, just before we left, "you used a good
deal of canned goods at the Godwin house, didn't you?"
"Yes, but not more than other people, I think," she said.
"Do you recall using any that were--well, perhaps not exactly
spoiled, but that had anything peculiar about them?"
"I remember once we thought we found some cans that seemed to have
been attacked by mice--at least they smelt so, though how mice
could get through a tin can we couldn't see."
"Mice?" queried Kennedy. "Had a mousey smell? That's interesting.
Well, Mrs. Godwin, keep up a good heart. Depend on me. What you
have told me to-day has made me more than interested in your case.
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