"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I should like to know what ways there are of communicating with the outside. You realize, of course, that it is very easy for them, if they come to suspect you, to frame up something in a place like that. There are strong-arm women as well as men, and I'm not at all sure that there may not be some men besides Dr. Harris who are acquainted with that place. At any rate Dr. Harris is unscrupulous enough himself."
"I shall make it a point to observe that," she said as she left us. "I hope I'll have something to tell you when I come back."
"Walter," remarked Craig as the door closed, "that is one of the gamest girls I ever knew."
I looked across at him inquiringly.
"Don't worry, my boy," he added, reading my expression. "She's not of the marrying kind, any more than I am."
The morning passed and half of the afternoon without any word from Miss Kendall. Kennedy was plainly becoming uneasy, when a hurried footstep in the hall was followed by a more hurried opening of the door.
"Let me sit down, just a minute, to collect myself," panted Miss Kendall, pressing her hands to her temples where the blue veins stood out and literally throbbed. "I'm all in."
"Why, what is the matter?" asked Kennedy, placing a chair and switching on an electric fan, while he quickly found a bottle of restorative salts which was always handy for emergencies in the laboratory.
"Oh—such a time as I've had! Wait—let me see whether I can recollect it in order."