But the servants waited to hear no more. The mere mention of the
words "murder" and "police" sent them, pale-faced and startled,
down to the basement, where they huddled like a flock of sheep.
Braddock looked around for Hope, but found that he had opened the
front door, and had vanished. But he was too distracted to think
why Archie had gone, and there was much to do in putting things
straight. Beckoning to Cockatoo, he stalked into a side room,
and scribbled a pencil note to the inspector of police at
Pierside, telling him of what had happened, and asking him to
come at once to the Pyramids with his underlings. This
communication he dispatched by Cockatoo, who flew to get his
bicycle. In a short time he was riding at top speed to Brefort,
which was on this side of the river; facing Pierside. There he
could ferry across to the town and deliver his terrible message.

Having done all that he could until the police came, Braddock
walked out of the front door and into the roadway to see if
Archie was in sight. He could not see the young man, but, as
luck would have it, and by one of those coincidences which are
much more common than is suspected, he saw the Gartley doctor
walking briskly past.

"Hi!" shouted the Professor, who was purple in the face and
perspiring profusely. "Hi, there, Dr. Robinson! I want you.
Come! come! hurry, man, hurry!" he ended in a testy rage, and the
doctor, knowing Braddock's eccentricities, advanced with a smile.
He was a slim, dark, young medical practitioner with an amiable
countenance, which argued of no mighty intelligence.