I was not
so busy, however, that I did not notice out of the corner of my
eye that Kennedy had taken from its cover Elaine Dodge's picture
and was gazing at it ravenously.
I put my hand surreptitiously over my mouth and coughed. Kennedy
wheeled on me and I hastily banged a sentence out on the machine,
making at least half a dozen mistakes.
I had finished as much of the article as I could do then and was
smoking and reading it over. Kennedy was still gazing at the
picture Miss Dodge had given him, then moving from place to place
about the room, evidently wondering where it would look best. I
doubt whether he had done another blessed thing since we returned.
He tried it on the mantel. That wouldn't do. At last he held it up
beside a picture of Galton, I think, of finger print and eugenics
fame, who hung on the wall directly opposite the fireplace.
Hastily he compared the two. Elaine's picture was of precisely the
same size.
Next he tore out the picture of the scientist and threw it
carelessly into the fireplace. Then he placed Elaine's picture in
its place and hung it up again, standing off to admire it.
I watched him gleefully. Was this Craig? Purposely I moved my
elbow suddenly and pushed a book with a bang on the floor. Kennedy
actually jumped. I picked up the book with a muttered apology.
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