storeroom. A voice called up the railroad station and asked for
Michael Kronski, Count Wachtmann's chauffeur.

"It is the voice I heard last night," exclaimed Brixton. "By the
Lord Harry, do you know, it is Janeff the engineer who has charge
of the steam heating, the electric bells, and everything of the
sort around the place. My own engineer--I'll land the fellow in
jail before I'll--"

Kennedy raised his hand. "Let us hear what he has to say,"
remonstrated Craig calmly. "I suppose you have wondered why I
didn't just go down there last night and grab the fellow. Well,
you see now. It is my invariable rule to get the man highest up.
This fellow is only one tool. Arrest him, and as likely as not we
should allow the big criminal to escape."

"Hello, Kronski!" came over the detectaphone. "This is Janeff. How
are things going?"

Wachtmann's chauffeur must have answered that everything was all
right.

"You knew that they had discovered the poisoned wall-paper?" asked
Janeff.

A long parley followed. Finally, Janeff repeated what apparently
had been his instructions. "Now, let me see," he said. "You want
me to stay here until the last minute so that I can overhear
whether any alarm is given for her? All right. You're sure it is
the nine-o'clock train she is due on? Very well. I shall meet you