"At Twenty-third and Fourth. There were a lot of people around, and
I haven't the most distant notion of the guilty party."

"What does it mean?"

Jeckley shook his head. "What will you do about it?"

"I will make the call, of course."

"Of course!"

"There maybe a story there--who knows. Besides, it's directly on my
way to the Globe, and the curtain is not until eight-thirty. Tell
you what, old man; come along with me and see the thing to a
finish. Fate leads a card--Mr. Esper Indiman's--and we'll play the
second hand; what do you say?"

I declined firmly. God forbid that I should be featured, along with
the other exhibits in the case, on the first page of to-morrow's
Planet.

"So," he assented, indifferently, and pushed his chair back. "Well,
I must push along--Lord! there's that copy--the old man will have
it in for me good and plenty if I don't get it down in time.
Adios!" He disappeared, and I let him depart willingly enough.
Later on I went up to the library for a smoke--no fear of
encountering any Jeckleys there, and, in fact, the room was
entirely deserted. I looked at my watch; it was ten minutes after
seven, and that gave me a quarter of an hour in which to think it