She sighed deeply. "You will get a revolver before you search further?" she said. "I'm going to. Smythe has one, and I know he'll lend it to me."
"I will," he promised. "You know, Leffler has the same idea we have, I think. That's why he keeps talking about it being our fault. I believe he has seen something, too. His talk about the devil inside the block was half in earnest. I suppose he put it down to imagination, or perhaps he did not think this fossil to be dangerous."
They went out together, and walked toward the restaurant they frequented. Her father was there, lunching with one of the superintendents of the museum. He smiled and waved to Betty.
Everyone, of course, was discussing the killing of Rooney.
After an hour, during which the two young people spoke little, Marable and Betty Young left the restaurant and started back toward the museum. Her father was still at his table.
They walked up the driveway entrance, and then Marable uttered an exclamation. "Something's wrong," he said.
There was a small crowd of people collected on the steps. The outer doors, instead of being open as usual, were closed and guards stood peering out.
Marable and Betty were admitted, after they had pushed their way to the doors.
"Museum's closed to the public, sir," replied a guard to Marable's question.