"I can't say," I returned. "But, one thing it does. It must
relieve Mrs. Ogleby's fears a bit. With Murtha out of the way
there is one less to gossip about what went on at Gastron's that
night of the dinner."

He said nothing and just then Kennedy straightened up, as though
he had finished his examination. We hurried over to him. I thought
the look on Craig's face was peculiar.

"What is it--what did you find?" both Carton and I asked.

Kennedy did not answer immediately.

"I--I can't say," he answered slowly at length, as we thanked the
Morgue keeper for his courtesy and left the place. "In fact I'd
rather not say--until I know."

I knew from previous experiences that it was of no use to try to
quiz Kennedy. He was a veritable Gradgrind for facts, facts,
facts. As for myself, I could not help wondering whether, after
all, Murtha might not have been the victim of foul play--and, if
so, by whom?




XXII

THE CANARD