"Not exactly. He isn't telling all he knows," returned the officer of
the law. "There is the doctor now."

A buggy was coming down the road. It turned in at the next house, and
a young man, carrying a small case, leaped out and disappeared into the
dwelling.

In a few minutes more, Adam Adams made his way next door. An elderly
servant admitted him and ushered him into the doctor's office, where
the young physician sat marking down some calls in his notebook.

"This is Doctor Bardon, I believe. I just came over from the Langmore
house. I am working on this mystery, and I understand you were the
physician who tried to bring Mr. and Mrs. Langmore to life after they
were found."

"I worked over Mr. Langmore, yes," was the young physician's answer.
"I saw at once that it was impossible to do anything for his wife. She
had a weak heart naturally, and was stone dead some time before I got
there."

"You thought you saw a spark of life in Mr. Langmore?"

"Not exactly a spark, but I thought there might be hope. But I was
mistaken, although I did everything I could."

"I have been told that working over the corpse made you sick."

At these words, the face of the young physician showed his annoyance.