race of scholars, as practical as if he had taken to mills rather
than museums.

We entered a handsome white-marble building in the shape of a
rectangle, facing the University Library, a building, by the way,
which Norton had persuaded several wealthy trustees and other
donors to erect. Kennedy at once began examining the section
devoted to Latin America, going over everything very carefully.

I looked about, too. There were treasures from Mexico and Peru,
from every romantic bit of the wonderful countries south of us--
blocks of porphyry with quaint grecques and hieroglyphic painting
from Mitla, copper axes and pottery from Cuzco, sculptured stones
and mosaics, jugs, cups, vases, little gods and great, sacrificial
stones, a treasure house of Aztec and Inca lore--enough to keep
one occupied for hours merely to look at.

Yet, I reflected, following Norton, in all this mass of material,
the thief seemed to have selected one, apparently insignificant,
dagger, the thing which Norton prized because, somehow, it bore on
its blade something which he had not, as yet, been able to fathom.

Though Kennedy looked thoroughly and patiently, it seemed as
though there was nothing there to tell any story of the robbery,
and he turned his attention at last to other parts of the Museum.
As he made his way about slowly, I noted that he was looking
particularly into corners, behind cabinets, around angles. What he
expected to find I could not even guess.

Further along and on the same side of the building we came to the