"I don't think I shall stay and listen here," concluded Kennedy. "I can't see that we've found out a great deal, as it is. There are several things that must be done immediately. First of all, I want to see Lathrop. It may be that we'll find out something from him."
We made our way out of the apartment, as we had entered, trusting that with our care we would not be observed.
A few minutes later we were at the door of the waiting-room of Lathrop's office.
"Evidently he doesn't take the affair any too deeply," commented Craig.
I looked about. The office was as full of patients as ever, and he was going about his professional work much as though nothing at all had occurred to disturb his peace of mind.
We waited until the last patient had gone and finally were able to see him alone.
"I can guess what you are here for," he greeted, without a trace of embarrassment. "I suppose the afternoon papers will be full of it. Already I've had a string of reporters—one from your own paper, Mr. Jameson," he added, significantly—"a Miss Balcom. Do you know her?"
"Yes," I answered, as offhand as possible, "she is a very clever writer. Did you—er—tell her any—"
"Not a word to say," he interrupted, bruskly, "not a word to say. I refused to make any statement. What's the use? The fact stands for itself."
In spite of what he said, it was evident that he would talk, at least a bit.