Miss Bisbee up, too. Tell her it is important. No more now.
Things are going ahead fine."

Promptly at nine we were assembled, a curious crowd. The health
commissioner and the inspector, being members of the same
political party, greeted each other by their first names. Miss
Bisbee was nervous, Bridget was abusive, Denny was sullen. As for
Kennedy, he was, as usual, as cool as a lump of ice. And I--well,
I just sat on my feelings to keep myself quiet.

At one end of the room Craig had placed a large white sheet such
as he used in his stereopticon lectures, while at the top of the
tier of seats that made a sort of little amphitheatre out of his
lecture-room his stereopticon sputtered.

"Moving pictures to-night, eh?" said Inspector O'Connor.

"Not exactly," said Craig, "though--yes, they will be moving in
another sense. Now, if we are all ready, I'll switch off the
electric lights."

The calcium sputtered some more, and a square of light was thrown
on the sheet.

Kennedy snapped a little announcer such as lecturers use. "Let me
invite your attention to these enlargements of finger-prints," he
began, as a huge thumb appeared on the screen. "Here we have a
series of finger-prints which I will show one after another
slowly. They are all of the fingers of the same person, and they
were found on some empty bottles of spring water used at Bisbee