No,
this was not the same old Craig.
Perhaps half an hour later, I was still reading. Kennedy was now
pacing up and down the room, apparently unable to concentrate his
mind on any but one subject.
He stopped a moment before the photograph, looked at it fixedly.
Then he started his methodical walk again, hesitated, and went
over to the telephone, calling a number which I recognized.
"She must have been pretty well done up by her experience," he
said apologetically, catching my eye. "I was wondering if--Hello--
oh, Miss Dodge--I--er--I--er--just called up to see if you were
all right."
Craig was very much embarrassed, but also very much in earnest.
A musical laugh rippled over the telephone. "Yes, I'm all right,
thank you, Mr. Kennedy--and I put the package you sent me into the
safe, but--"
"Package?" frowned Craig. "Why, I sent you no package, Miss Dodge.
In the safe?"
"Why, yes, and the safe is all covered with moisture--and so
cold."
"Moisture--cold?" he repeated quickly.
"Yes, I have been wondering if it is all right. In fact, I was
going to call you up, only I was afraid you'd think I was
foolish."
"I shall be right over," he answered hastily, clapping the
receiver back on its hook. "Walter," he added, seizing his hat and
coat, "come on--hurry!"
A few minutes later we drove up in a taxi before the Dodge house
and rang the bell.
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