the professor and the Rhamda to the house of the Blind Spot, as he
calls it. He's not a man to fool. He had eyes and he saw it. He
will not leave it till he's dead."

"But he did not see the Blind Spot, did he? How about trickery?
Did it ever occur to you that the professor might have been
murdered?"

"Take a look at that, Harry. Does that look like murder? When you
see the man living?"

Watson reached over and turned up the jewel.

Here Hobart came in.

"Just a minute, Chick. My wise friend here is an attorney. He's
always the first into everything, especially conversation. It's
been my job pulling Harry out of trouble. Just one question."

"All right."

"Didn't you--er--keep company, as they say, with Bertha Holcomb
while at college?"

A kind look came into the man's eyes; he nodded; his whole face
was soft and saddened.

"I see. That naturally brought you to the Blind Spot. You are
after her father. Am I correct?"