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Page 36
I said nothing. My expression spoke for me.
"And Emery Phelps!"
At that I did show surprise. Although Mackay had hinted at
something of the kind, I, for one, had not considered the banker
seriously.
"Good heavens! Kennedy," I exploded. "She was mixed up with just
about every man connected with the company."
"Exactly!" As usual, he seemed calm and unconcerned.
I could regard the case only with increasing amazement--the
bitter, conflicting emotions of Manton and Phelps, of Daring,
Shirley, and Millard. With them all Stella had been the pretty
trouble maker.
"How do you suppose they could all remain in the same company?" I
showed my surprise at the situation.
Kennedy pondered a moment, then replied:
"A moment's reflection ought to give you one answer. I think,
Walter, they were either under contract or they had their money
in the company. They couldn't break."
"I suppose so. What I wonder is, was Marilyn as jealous of Stella
as her screen character would make her in a story? She's the only
one we don't hear much about."
Kennedy did not seem, at least at present, to give this phase of
it anything like the weight he credited to the frenzied financial
relations the case was uncovering.
It was true, as I learned later, that Manton was at that very
moment doing perhaps as much as anyone else ever did to discredit
the picture game in Wall Street.
X
CHEMICAL RESEARCH
The following morning I found Kennedy up ahead of me, and I felt
certain that he had gone to the laboratory. Sure enough, I found
him at work in the midst of the innumerable scientific devices
which he had gathered during years of crime detection of every
sort.
As usual, he was surrounded by a perfect litter of test tubes,
beakers, reagents, microscopes, slides, and culture tubes. He had
cut out the curious spots from the towel I had discovered and was
studying them to determine their nature. From the mass of
paraphernalia I knew he was neglecting no possibility which might
lead to the hidden truth or produce a clue to the crime.
"Have you learned anything yet?" I asked.
"Those brownish spots were blood, of course," was his reply as he
stopped a moment in his work. "In the blood I discovered some
other substance, though I can't seem to identify it yet. It will
take time. I thought it might be a drug or poison, but it doesn't
seem to be--at least nothing one might ordinarily expect."
"How about the other spots, not the Chinese yellow?"
"Another problem I haven't solved. I dissolved enough of them so
that I have plenty of material to study if I don't waste it. But
so far I haven't been able to identify the substance with
anything I know. There's a lot more work of elimination, Walter,
before we're on the road to the solution of this case. Whatever
stained the towel was very unusual. As near as I can make out the
spots are of some protein composition. But it's not exactly a
poison, although many proteins may be extremely poisonous and
extremely difficult to identify because they are of organic
nature."
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