Suddenly he jumped up, bringing his tightly clenched fist down
with a loud clap into the palm of his hand.
"By heaven!" he exclaimed, "I--I will!"
Startled at his incomprehensible and unusual conduct I did not
attempt to pursue the conversation but let him alone as he strode
hastily to the telephone. Almost angrily he seized the receiver
and asked for a number. It was not like Craig and I could not
conceal my concern.
"Wh-what's the matter, Craig?" I blurted out eagerly.
As he waited for the number, he threw the letter over to me. I
took it and read:
"Professor Craig Kennedy, "The University, The Heights, City.
"Dear Sir,--
"I have come to the conclusion that your work is a hindrance
rather than an assistance in clearing up my father's death and I
hereby beg to state that your services are no longer required.
This is a final decision and I beg that you will not try to see me
again regarding the matter.
"Very truly yours, ELAINE DODGE."
If it had been a bomb I could not have been more surprised. A
moment before I think I had just a sneaking suspicion of jealousy
that a woman--even Elaine--should interest my old chums. But now
all that was swept away. How could any woman scorn him?
I could not make it out.
Kennedy impatiently worked the receiver up and down, repeating the
number.
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