"Fletcher, Fletcher," cried Kennedy, "look what Walter and I have
just discovered in a tin strong-box poked off in the back of your
uncle's desk!"

Fletcher seized the will and by the dim light that shone through
from the hall read it hastily. "Thank God," he cried; "the school
is provided for as I thought."

"Isn't it glorious!" murmured Helen.

True to my instinct I muttered, "Another good newspaper yarn
killed."



III. The Bacteriological Detective

Kennedy was deeply immersed in writing a lecture on the chemical
compositions of various bacterial toxins and antitoxins, a thing
which was as unfamiliar to me as Kamchatka, but as familiar to
Kennedy as Broadway and Forty-second Street.

"Really," he remarked, laying down his fountain-pen and lighting
his cigar for the hundredth time, "the more one thinks of how the
modern criminal misses his opportunities the more astonishing it
seems. Why do they stick to pistols, chloroform, and prussic acid
when there is such a splendid assortment of refined methods they
might employ?"

"Give it up, old man," I replied helplessly, "unless it is