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Kennedy was moping in the laboratory the next day when I came in.
Just what the trouble was, I did not know, but I had decided that it was up to me to try to cheer him up.
"Say, Craig," I began, trying to overcome his fit of blues.
Kennedy, filled with his own thoughts, paid no attention to me. Still,
I kept on.
Finally he got up and, before I knew it, he took me by the ear and marched me into the next room.
I saw that what he needed chiefly was to be let alone, and he went back to his chair, dropping down into it and banging his fists on the table. Under his breath he loosed a small volley of bitter expletives. Then he jumped up.
"By George—I WILL," he muttered.
I poked my head out of the door in time to see him grab up his hat and coat and dash from the room, putting his coat on as he went.
"He's a nut today," I exclaimed to myself.