Under other
circumstances, he would have been right. But not tonight.
Elaine very coolly admired the ring, as Craig might have eyed a
specimen on a microscope slide. Still, he did not notice.
He took the ring, about to put it on her finger. Elaine drew away.
Concealment was not in her frank nature.
She picked up the two photographs.
"What have you to say about those?" she asked cuttingly.
Kennedy, quite surprised, took them and looked at them. Then he
let them fall carelessly on the table and dropped into a chair,
his head back in a burst of laughter.
"Why--that was what they put over on Walter," he said. "He called
me up early this afternoon--told me he had discovered one of these
poisoned kiss cases you have read about in the papers. Think of
it--all that to pull a concealed camera! Such an elaborate
business--just to get me where they could fake this thing. I
suppose they've put some one up to saying she's engaged?"
Elaine was not so lightly affected. "But," she said severely,
repressing her emotion, "I don't understand, MR. Kennedy, how
scientific inquiry into 'the poisoned kiss' could necessitate this
sort of thing."
She pointed at the photographs accusingly.
"But," he began, trying to explain.
"No buts," she interrupted.
"Then you believe that I--"
"How can you, as a scientist, ask me to doubt the camera," she
insinuated, very coldly turning away.
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