"Is that you, Godowski?" he asked over the telephone. "Well,
doctor, this is Kennedy. Come over to my apartment, quick. I've a
case--two cases for you."

Godowski was a world-famous scientist in his line and had
specialized in bacteriology, mainly in tropical diseases.

As Kennedy hung up the receiver, he made his way back again to the
bedroom, scratching his ear. He noticed that I was doing the same
in my delirium.

"Has Walter been scratching his ear?" he asked of Johnson.

Johnson nodded. "That's strange," considered Craig thoughtfully.
"I've been doing the same."

He turned back into the living-room and for a moment looked about.
Finally his eye happened to fall on the telephone and an idea
seemed to occur to him.

He went over to the instrument and unscrewed the receiver.
Carefully he looked inside. Then he looked closer. There was
something peculiar about it and he picked up a blank sheet of
white paper, dusting off the diaphragm on it. There, on the paper,
were innumerable little black specks.

Just then, outside, Dr. Godowski's car drew up and he jumped out,
swinging his black bag. Not being acquainted with what we were
going through, Godowski did not notice the almond-eyed Chinaman
who was watching down the street.