ran it by the electric light current."

"Whew!" exclaimed the professor, "is that so? He must have been
above the average. That's interesting."

"By the way, Fletcher," said Kennedy, "I wish you would introduce
me to your fiancee to-morrow. I would like to know her."

"Gladly," Fletcher replied, "only you must be careful what you
talk about. Remember, the death of uncle has been quite a shock
to her--he was her only relative besides myself."

"I will," promised Kennedy, "and by the way, she may think it
strange that I'm out here at a time like this. Perhaps you had
better tell her I'm a nerve specialist or something of that sort--
anything not to connect me with the robbery, which you say you
haven't told her about."

The next morning found Kennedy out bright and early, for he had
not had a very good chance to do anything during the night except
reconstruct the details. He was now down by the back gate with
his camera, where I found him turning it end-down and
photographing the road. Together we made a thorough search of the
woods and the road about the gate, but could discover absolutely
nothing.

After breakfast I improvised a dark room and developed the films,
while Craig went down the back lane along the shore "looking for
clues," as he said briefly. Toward noon he returned, and I could
see that he was in a brown study. So I said nothing, but handed