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17. An Appeal
We strolled up Broadway, resisting the attraction of a garish new motion-picture palace at
which Manton's previous release with Stella Lamar was now showing to capacity--much
to the delight of the exhibitor who greatly complimented himself on his good fortune in
being able to take advantage of the newspaper sensation over the affair.
On we walked, Kennedy mostly in silent deduction, I knew, until we came to the upper
regions of the great thoroughfare, turned off, and headed toward our apartment on the
Heights, not far from the university.
We had scarcely settled ourselves for a quiet hour in our quarters when the telephone
rang. I answered. To my amazement I found that it was Marilyn Loring.
"Is Professor Kennedy in?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Loring. Just a--"
"Never mind calling him to the phone, Mr. Jameson. I've been trying to find him all
evening. He was not at the laboratory, although I waited over an hour. Just tell him that
there's something I am very anxious to consult him about. Ask him if it will be all right
for me to run up to see him just a few minutes."
I explained to Kennedy.
"Let her come along," he said, as surprised as I was. Then he added, humorously, "I seem
to be father confessor to-night."
After sinking back in my seat in comfort once more I observed a quiet elation in
Kennedy's manner. All at once it struck me what he was doing. The multitude of
considerations in this case, the many cross leads to be followed, had confused me. But
now I realized that, after all, this was only the approved Kennedy method, the mode of
procedure which had never failed to produce results for him. Without allowing himself to
be disturbed by the great number of people concerned, he had calmly started to pit them
one against the other, encouraging each to talk about the rest, making a show of his
apparent inaction and lack of haste so that they, in turn, would shake off the excitement
immediately following the death of the girl and thereby reveal their normal selves to his
Not five minutes passed before Marilyn was announced. Evidently she had been seeking
us eagerly, for she had probably telephoned from a near-by pay station.
"Mr. Kennedy," she began, "I am going to find this very hard to say."