You can go."
No urging was needed, and the following day saw us again on the
ground. The house, as I have said, had been almost torn to pieces
in the search for the will and the poison evidence. As before, we
went to it unannounced, and this time we had no difficulty in
getting in. Kennedy, who had brought with him a large package,
made his way directly to a sort of drawing-room next to the large
library, in the closet of which the will had been discovered.
He unwrapped the package and took from it a huge brace and bit,
the bit a long, thin, murderous looking affair such as might have
come from a burglar's kit. I regarded it much in that light.
"What's the lay?" I asked, as he tapped over the walls to
ascertain of just what they were composed.
Without a word he was now down on his knees, drilling a hole in
the plaster and lath. When he struck an obstruction he stopped,
removed the bit, inserted another, and began again.
"Are you going to put in a detectaphone?" I asked again.
He shook his head.
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