It was cold,
hard, brutal, scientific fact, and as I read I felt that hope
faded for the ashen-faced man and the pallid little woman. It
seemed the last word in science. Was there any way of escape?
Impatient as I was, I often wondered what must have been the
suspense of those to whom the case meant everything.
"How are the tests coming along?" I ventured one night, after Kahn
had arranged for the uncovering of the grave.
It was now two days since Kennedy had gone up to East Point to
superintend the exhumation and had returned to the city with the
materials which had caused him to keep later hours in the
laboratory than I had ever known even the indefatigable Craig to
spend on a stretch before.
He shook his head doubtfully.
"Walter," he admitted, "I'm afraid I have reached the limit on the
line of investigation I had planned at the start."
I looked at him in dismay. "What then?" I managed to gasp.
"I am going up to East Point again to-morrow to look over that
house and start a new line.
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