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14. The Interferometer
Norton was waiting for us at the laboratory when we returned, evidently having been
there some time.
"I was on my way to my apartment," he began, "when I thought I'd drop in to see how
things are progressing."
"Slowly," returned Kennedy, throwing off his street clothes and getting into his
laboratory togs.
"Have you seen Whitney since I had the break with him?" asked Norton, a trifle
I wondered whether Kennedy would tell Norton what to expect from Whitney. He did
not, however.
"Yes," he replied, "just now we had an appointment with Senora de Moche and some
others and ran into him at the hotel for a few moments."
"What did he say about me?" queried Norton.
"He hadn't changed his mind," evaded Kennedy. "Have you heard anything from him?"
"Not a syllable. The break is final. Only I was wondering what he was telling people
about me. He'll tell them something--his side of the case."
"Well," considered Kennedy, as though racking his brain for some remark which he
remembered, while Norton watched him eagerly, "I do recall that he was terribly sore
about the loss of the dagger, and seemed to think that it was your fault."
"I thought so, I knew it," replied Norton bitterly. "I can see it coming. All the trustees will
hear of my gross negligence in letting the Museum be robbed. I suppose I ought to sit up
there all night. Oh, by the way, there's another thing I wanted to ask you. Have you ever
done anything with those shoe-prints you found in the dust of the mummy case?"
I glanced at Kennedy, wondering whether he felt that the time had come to reveal what
he had discovered. He said nothing for a moment, but reached into a drawer and pulled
out the papers, which I recognized.
"Here they are," he said, picking out the original impression which he had taken.
"Yes," repeated Norton, "but have you been able to do anything toward identifying