new scientific detective method?'"

He paused and tipped back his chair.

"Now, I don't want to file these letters in the waste basket. When
people write letters to a newspaper, it means something. I might
reply, in this case, that he is as real as science, as real as the
fight of society against the criminal. But I want to do more than
that."

The editor had risen, as if shaking himself momentarily loose from
the ordinary routine of the office.

"You get me?" he went on, enthusiastically, "In other words, your
assignment, Jameson, for the next month is to do nothing except
follow your friend Kennedy. Start in right now, on the first, and
cross-section out of his life just one month, an average month.
Take things just as they come, set them down just as they happen,
and when you get through give me an intimate picture of the man
and his work."

He picked up the schedule for the day and I knew that the
interview was at an end. I was to "get" Kennedy.

Often I had written snatches of Craig's adventures, but never
before anything as ambitious as this assignment, for a whole
month. At first it staggered me. But the more I thought about it,
the better I liked it.

I hastened uptown to the apartment on the Heights which Kennedy