the stethoscope better to his ears. The lawyer's head was resting
heavily on his hand, and he was heaped up in an awkward position
in the cramped lecture-room seat. It seemed an age as Dr. Leslie
tried to adjust the stethoscope. Even Craig felt the excitement.
While the commissioner hesitated, Kennedy reached over and
impatiently switched on the electric light in full force.

As the light flooded the room, blinding us for the instant, the
large form of Dr. Leslie stood between us and the lawyer.

"What does the stethoscope tell you, Doctor?" asked Craig,
leaning forward expectantly. He was as unprepared for the answer
as any of us.

"It tells me that a higher court than those of New York has
passed judgment on this astounding criminal. The aneurism has
burst."

I felt a soft weight fall on my shoulder. The Morning Star did
not have the story, after all. I missed the greatest "scoop" of
my life seeing Eveline Bisbee safely to her home after she had
recovered from the shock of Denny's exposure and punishment.



IV. The Deadly Tube

"For Heaven's sake, Gregory, what is the matter?" asked Craig
Kennedy as a tall, nervous man stalked into our apartment one
evening. "Jameson, shake hands with Dr. Gregory. What's the