The Gold of the Gods

tter carefully for several minute

ected. The fact is that the typewriter is perhaps a worse means of concealing identity than is disguised handwriting, especially printing like this. It doesn't afford the effective protection to the criminal that one supposes.

he had taken from a drawer and laid on the table, as he tore

in this sheet. If it were only torn like those warnings we have already received, it might perh

m and a finely threaded screw that brought the two flat

between the two small arms. "But by measurements made by this vernier micrometer ca

er it. Then he drew from the drawer the four scraps of paper whi

would be utterly valueless as a clue to anything. But we are reduced to the minutia

have received, Senorita Mendoza, is written on a rather uncommon linen bond paper. Later I shall take a number of microphotographs of it. I have here, also, about a hundred microphotographs of the fibres in other kinds of pa

rested, charged with stealing a government bond. He was not searched until later. There was no evidence, save that after the arrest a large number of spitballs were found around the courtyard under his cell window. This method of comparing the fibres of the regular government paper was used, an

eird power. Her face, which had already been startled into a

s?" she repeat

ed to us, watching the effect on her as he read o

r since I was a little girl I have heard these vague stories of the big fish and the little fish, the treasure, and the curse

had you no other reason? Did you, down in

have heard enough of you detectives to know that

lead to evidence,"

an ever, for already he had given h

y afraid of you, afraid that every little thi

k that would have been flattering fro

though who they are I cannot tell you. No, it is all in my heart-not in my head. There are those whom I dislik

is name, and Kennedy and I

thing, convey some impression that is the opposite of w

as cr

y. I cannot ask you to try to forget what has happened. That would be impossible. But I can ask you, Senorita, to have faith-faith that it will all turn out better, if you will only trust me.

He seemed to know that tears we

e safely in a taxicab," he continued.

e of the times. Yet she seemed so helpless, so grateful for everything we did for her that I did not need eve

u will both be-so careful?" s

or us, as I drove away again. There did not happen to be any

edy arranging something under the ru

. "Step over the rug. I'm expecting visi

f her partin

there's a surprise back of those warni

nding by the table, looking at the lett

Norto

he explained, before Kennedy had a chance to tell h

anonymous letter, and

glancing up, then adding, "It might mea

e way, you know the young man pretty well, don't you? I wonder if you could fi

these people are so very suspici

e Alfonso, and Kennedy replaced another blank sheet of paper for tha

alled Whitney's office. Lockwood was there, as he had hoped, and,

Alfonso. De Moche entered the laboratory with a suspicious glance about

n Kennedy, endeavouring by frankness to put the young man at eas

ould say anything Kennedy handed him the anonymous lette

e sent such a note?" queried Cr

ome sort of suspicion had flashed over him. "No," he

sked Kennedy, holding him

shoulders. "She has many fr

she might be warned in this way. You do not thin

topped, realizing that he had eliminate

e Mr. Lockwood?

?" he asked,

it warns

never to come to the point unless he was forced to do so. He met our eyes squarely. He had no

ething else necessary to round out the idea. "Mr. Kennedy, I might have told he

st of confidence. It was susceptible of at least two interpretations. Was he implying that it was s

o myself and Mr. Jameson, as well as Professor Norton and

that I can think of," he repl

" admitte

ture at this hour," he remarked, evidently g

ied him to the door, careful

ew?" we heard a

ad come up from downto

ped short. The two youn

lance of unconcealed ho

if

the hall. "Perhaps it may have been sent to

ppreciatively, n

e Moche disappeared for his lecture, Kennedy turned to me from Lockwood and caught my eye. I read in his glance that fell from me to the m

just a trace of defiance in his voice, as t

," returned Kennedy, going back into the laboratory afte

e other warnings to the young soldier

e?" commented Lockwood, laying the papers down careless

asked K

ed Norton an

e that some one wants to throw a brick at me. When I have anything to say I say

ng scowl. He would be a bold man who would have come

t of Mr. Whitney?

ckwood briefly. "He knew

"Mr. Kennedy should kno

ink," replied No

already since the murder of Mendoza I'd like to take a hand myself. It begins to look to me, after reading that letter, as though there was nothi

tmarked by the uptown sub-station, mailed late last night. Whoever sent it must have done so not very far from us here. Lockwood seemed to take it as though it applied to himself very readily, didn't he? Much more so than de Moche. Only for th

duce the effect apparently intended, but with the ultimate object of diverting suspic