“It was the only rule with half a chance of being followed and at any rate,” drawled Kennedy, as the eugenists wrangled, “what difference does it make in this case? As nearly as I can make out it is Mrs. Atherton herself, not Atherton, who is ill.”
Maude Schofield had risen to return to supervising a clerk who needed help. She left us, still unconvinced.
“That is a very clever girl,” remarked Kennedy as she shut the door and he scanned Dr. Crafts’ face dosely.
“Very,” assented the Doctor.
“The Schofields come of good stock?” hazarded Kennedy.
“Very,” assented Dr. Crafts again.
Evidently he did not care to talk about individual cases, and I felt that the rule was a safe one, to prevent Eugenics from becoming Gossip. Kennedy thanked him for his courtesy, and we left apparently on the best of terms both with Crafts and his assistant.
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE SEX CONTROL
I did not see Kennedy again that day until late in the afternoon, when he came into the laboratory carrying a small package.
“Theory is one thing, practice is another,” he remarked, as he threw his hat and coat into a chair.