The Panama Plot: Pan-American Adventures of Craig Kennedy, Scientific Dectective

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Harper & Brothers, 1918 - Detective and mystery stories - 325 pages
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Page 129 - ... and the priest shall cause her to swear, and shall say unto the woman, If no man have lien with thee, and if thou hast not gone aside to uncleanness, being under thy husband, be thou free from this water of bitterness that causeth the curse...
Page 76 - I saw a quiet smile, as though of reassurance, flit over Tina's face as she watched. What the matter in dispute was we could not even conjecture at such a distance. Kennedy was planning how to get near them without attracting attention, when suddenly Ximena rose with a flourish, her eyes blazing with resentment against Sherwin, and swept out of the cafe*. For a moment he gazed with set features after her, then followed nonchalantly, as though, after all, her whims were no affair of his. We turned....
Page 96 - Tina suppressed a little scream, though neither of the men betrayed their feelings, seemingly being on guard. To Ximena the snake had an uncanny fascination. "My investigations," Kennedy began, taking advantage of the state of mind in which the snake had thrown them all, "have shown that it was a snake — the deadly fer-de-lance — which killed Barboza. On a handkerchief that was discovered here I found a blood-stain — not of Barboza, for it had something in it that his blood did not contain.
Page 272 - I don't know of any suicide. Miss Dallinger, as nearly as I can determine, had a bad attack of some throat trouble — influenza, perhaps. She may have been in pain, may have taken an overlarge dose of some drug to relieve it. That is all. At any rate, I have her in a private ward until I can determine what's the matter. We miss Dwyer in such things. You'll pardon me — I see I am due at the operating-room in a few minutes. Pleased to have met you,
Page 69 - Was there nothing else?" prompted Kennedy. Bolido whispered, as he showed us something under the table. "Yes. On the bed — a handkerchief, spotted with blood." Kennedy took it and examined it covertly. In the corner was an embroidered "X." As he did so Bolido leaned over even closer. "And now I learn that late last night Ruiz Barboza, known in the city as a wealthy diamond merchant from Diamantina, was discovered in his room at the Grande Hotel, dead.
Page 266 - Oh, say, what do you make of that?" he asked, finally. I looked. Burke was holding out in the palm of his hand a peculiar piece of gun-metal. It was cast in the form of a Maltese cross — perfectly blue-black and smooth. Kennedy took it and turned it over as he examined it. On the other side there was nothing, either, except the simple number, "1402.
Page 274 - We chatted for a few moments, but it was apparent that Martine had a great deal on his mind and was in no mood to prolong the conversation. As we left his office we happened upon Sonia Strusky. I had the feeling that she had been watching us while we were not aware of it. "Oh, good morning!" she greeted, in apparent surprise. ' ' I don't believe that I properly thanked you last night in the excitement.
Page 97 - The thin partition bent and billowed as the two reptiles battled. With shrieks the women retreated to the far end of the room. Nor were the rest of us much better under control, although we would not betray it. Suppose, at any moment, the partition broke under the strain. It was not a reassuring thought. It seemed minutes that the struggle lasted, though in reality it was merely seconds. A shout from Doctor Lucena. "The mussurana has triumphed," he exclaimed, pointing to the heaving spots on the...
Page 283 - Kennedy and Burke. Though he was giving out nothing, Kennedy was quite eager to absorb. "Are they in there now?" he asked. "Yes. Would you like to meet her?" volunteered Joyce, in the vain hope of picking up even a crumb of knowledge. "If they haven't gone,
Page 92 - I told him1 what we had done, but none of those under him were able to add anything to what we knew of the disappearance of the lance-head and the antivenine. The theft had been reported to the police, but their investigation had shown that detection of the thief was a plain matter of fact rather than of deduction. "There is something, though, that I think will interest you," he added, after noting the new facts.

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