"What good will it do, Lewis?" returned the other, which I
recognized as that of Doctor Murray.

"Fleming Lewis," whispered Miss Grey, taking a step out into the
hallway.

A moment later Doctor Murray and Lewis had joined us.

I could see that there was some feeling between the two men,
though what it was about I could not say. As Miss Grey introduced
us, I glanced hastily out of the corner of my eye at Kennedy.
Involuntarily his hand which held the telltale sequin had sought
his waistcoat pocket, as though to hide it. Then I saw him check
the action and deliberately examine the piece of tinsel between
his thumb and forefinger.

Doctor Murray saw it, too, and his eyes were riveted on it, as
though instantly he saw its significance.

"What do you think--Jack as sick as a dog, and robbed, too, and
yet Murray says I oughtn't to see him!" complained Lewis, for the
moment oblivious to the fact that all our eyes were riveted on the
spangle between Kennedy's fingers. And then, slowly it seemed to
dawn on him what it was. "Madeline's!" he exclaimed, quickly. "So
Mina did tear it, after all, when she stepped on the train."

Kennedy watched the faces before us keenly. No one said anything.
It was evident that some such incident had happened. But had
Lewis, with a quick flash of genius, sought to cover up something,