explain.

"I see that you had mushrooms--creamed," remarked Kennedy.

"Oui, monsieur," he replied; "some that Miss Hargrave herself sent
in from her mushroom-cellar out in the country."

As he said it his eye traveled involuntarily toward a pile of
ramekins on a table. Kennedy noticed it and deliberately walked
over to the table. Before I knew what he was about he had scooped
from them each a bit of the contents and placed it in some waxed
paper that was lying near by. The chef watched him curiously.

"You would not find my kitchen like this ordinarily," he remarked.
"I would not like to have Doctor Murray see it, for since last
year, when monsieur had the bad stomach, I have been very
careful."

The chef seemed to be nervous.

"You prepared the mushrooms yourself?" asked Kennedy, suddenly.

"I directed my assistant," came back the wary reply.

"But you know good mushrooms when you see them?"

"Certainly," he replied, quickly.

"There was no one else in the kitchen while you prepared them?"