returned it to the safe before morning. But it was not to be. I
had almost opened the safe when my uncle entered the room. His
anger completely unnerved me, and from the moment I saw him on
the floor to this I haven't had a sane thought. I forgot to take
the cash, I forgot everything but that will. My only thought was
that I must get it and destroy it. I doubt if I could have
altered it with my nerves so upset. There, now you have my whole
story. I am at your mercy."

"No," said Kennedy, "believe me, there is a mental statute of
limitations that as far as Jameson and myself are concerned has
already erased this affair. Walter, will you find Fletcher?"

I found the professor pacing up and down the gravel walk
impatiently.

"Fletcher," said Kennedy, "a night's rest is all Miss Bond really
needs. It is simply a case of overwrought nerves, and it will
pass off of itself. Still, I would advise a change of scene as
soon as possible. Good afternoon, Miss Bond, and my best wishes
for your health."

"Good afternoon, Dr. Kennedy. Good afternoon, Dr. Jameson."

I for one was glad to make my escape.

A half-hour later, Kennedy, with well-simulated excitement, was
racing me in the car up to the Greenes' again. We literally burst
unannounced into the tete-a-tete on the porch.