He paused. Through Elaine's mind there flashed the contrast with Kennedy's even temper and deferential manner. In spite of their quarrel and the coolness, she found herself resenting the remark. Still she said nothing, though her expressive face showed much.
Bennett, by another effort, seemed to grip his temper again. He paced up and down the room. Then he changed the subject abruptly, and the conversation was resumed with some constraint.
. . . . . . . .
While Elaine and Bennett were talking, Kennedy and I had entered the office.
Craig stopped the boy who was about to announce us and asked for
Bennett's secretary instead, much to my astonishment.
The boy merely indicated the door of one of the other private offices, and we entered.
We found the secretary, hard at work at the typewriter, copying a legal document. Without a word, Kennedy at once locked the door.
The secretary rose in surprise, but Craig paid no attention to him.
Instead he calmly walked over to the machine and began to examine it.
"Might I ask—" began the secretary.
"You keep quiet," ordered Kennedy, with a nod to me to watch the fellow. "You are under arrest—and the less you say, the better for you."