I wanted to believe Lockwood. As for Craig he said nothing.
"Then, when I did have a chance to get away that night," he continued,
"I went over to Mendoza's. The rest you know."
"You have told Inez that?" asked Kennedy in order to seem properly surprised.
"Yes—and I think she believes me. I can't say. Things are strained with her. It will take time. I'm not one of those who can take a girl by main force and make her do what she won't do. I wish I could smooth things over. Let me see the prints."
Kennedy handed them over to him. He looked at them, long and closely, then handed back the damning evidence against himself.
"I know it would be no use to destroy these," he remarked. "In the first place that would really incriminate me. And in the second I suppose you have copies."
Craig smiled blandly.
"But I can tell you," he exclaimed, bringing his fist down on the laboratory table with a bang, "that before I lose that girl, somebody will pay for it—and there won't be any mistakes made, either."
The scowl on his face and the menacing look in his eye showed that now, with his back up against the wall, he was not bluffing.
He seemed to get little satisfaction out of his visit to us, and in fact I think he made it more in a spirit of bravado than anything else.