Fortunately, Inspector Barney O'Connor was in and in an amiable
mood, too, for Kennedy had been careful that the Central Office
received a large share of credit for the Kerr Parker case. Craig
sketched hastily the details of this new case. O'Connor's face
was a study. His honest blue Irish eyes fairly bulged in wonder,
and when Craig concluded with a request for help I think O'Connor
would have given him anything in the office, just to figure in
the case.

"First, I want one of your men to go to the surrogate's office
and get the original of the will. I shall return it within a
couple of hours--all I want to do is to make a photographic copy.
Then another man must find this lawyer, James Denny, and in some
way get his finger-prints--you must arrange that yourself. And
send another fellow up to the employment offices on Fourth Avenue
and have him locate this cook, Bridget Fallon. I want her
finger-prints, too. Perhaps she had better be detained, for I
don't want her to get away. Oh, and say, O'Connor, do you want to
finish this case up like the crack of a whip to-night?"

"I'm game, sir. What of it?"

"Let me see. It is now four o'clock. If you can get hold of all
these people in time I think I shall be ready for the final scene
to-night--say, at nine. You know how to arrange it. Have them all
present at my laboratory at nine, and I promise we shall have a
story that will get into the morning papers with leaded type on
the front page."

"Now, Walter," he added, as we hurried down to the taxicab again,