to thank you for putting me in the way of this case. I think we
shall all be surprised at the outcome."

It was late the following afternoon before I saw Kennedy again.
He was in his laboratory winding two strands of platinum wire
carefully about a piece of porcelain and smearing on it some
peculiar black glassy granular substance that came in a sort of
pencil, like a stick of sealing-wax. I noticed that he was very
particular to keep the two wires exactly the same distance from
each other throughout the entire length of the piece of
porcelain, but I said nothing to distract his attention, though a
thousand questions about the progress of the case were at my
tongue's end.

Instead I watched him intently. The black substance formed a sort
of bridge connecting and covering the wires. When he had finished
he said: "Now you can ask me your questions, while I heat and
anneal this little contrivance. I see you are bursting with
curiosity."

"Well, did you see Poissan?" I asked.

Kennedy continued to heat the wire-covered porcelain. "I did, and
he is going to give me a demonstration of his discovery
to-night."

"His discovery!"

"You remember Morowitch's 'hallucination,' as the doctor called
it? That was no hallucination; that was a reality. This man