"What was that--a plant?" he asked, still trying to read Carton's
face, as he returned to us alone a moment later. "Did she come to
see whether you got the record?"

"No--I don't think so," replied Carton quickly. "No, I think that
was all on the level--her part of it."

"But who did put in the instrument, really--did you?" asked
Kennedy, still quizzing.

"No," exclaimed Carton hastily, this time meeting Craig's eye
frankly. "No. I wish I had. Why--the fact is, I don't know who
did--no one seems to know, yet, evidently. But," he added, leaning
forward and speaking rapidly, "I think I could give a shrewd
guess."

Kennedy said nothing, but nodded encouragingly.

"I think," continued Carton impressively, "that it must have been
Langhorne and the Wall Street crowd he represents."

"Langhorne," repeated Kennedy, his mind working rapidly. "Why, it
was his stenographer that Miss Blackwell was. Why do you suspect
Langhorne?"

"Because," exclaimed Carton, more excited than ever at Kennedy's
quick deduction, bringing his fist down on the desk to emphasize
his own suspicion, "because they aren't getting their share of the
graft that Dorgan is passing out--probably are sore, and think
that if they can get something on the Boss or some of those who