"I think we might be journeying down to Carton's office," he added, looking impatiently at his watch.
It was still early and we did not hurry.
Carton, however, was waiting for us anxiously. "I've called you at the laboratory and the apartment—all over," he cried. "Where have you been?"
"Just on the way down," returned Kennedy. "Why, what has happened?"
"Then you haven't heard it?" asked Carton excitedly, without waiting for Craig's answer. "Murtha has been committed to a sanitarium."
Kennedy and I stared at him.
"Pat Murtha," ejaculated Craig, "in a sanitarium?"
"Exactly. Paresis—they say—absolutely irresponsible."
Coming as it did as a climax to the quick and unexpected succession of events of the past few days, it was no wonder that it seemed impossible.
What did it mean? Was it merely a sham? Or was it a result of his excesses? Or had Carton's relentless pursuit, the raid of Margot's, and the conviction of Dopey Jack, driven the Smiling Boss really insane?