"Absolutely—as much as if it had been by one of these poisoned needles you read about," she replied confidently, hastening on to describe the affair volubly.
It was beyond me.
"May I use your telephone?" I asked.
"Surely," she answered.
I called the laboratory. "Is that you, Craig?" I inquired.
"Yes, Walter," he answered, recognizing my voice.
"Say, Craig," I asked breathlessly, "what sort of kiss would suffocate a person."
My only answer was an uproarious laugh from him at the idea.
"I know," I persisted, "but I've got the assignment from the Star—and I'm out here interviewing a woman about it. It's all right to laugh—but here I am. I've found a case—names, dates and places. I wish you'd explain the thing, then."
"Oh, all right, Walter," he replied indulgently. "I'll meet you as soon as I can and help you out."