"How do you do, doctor," greeted Craig faintly, at the door.

"What seems to be the difficulty?" inquired the doctor eagerly.

"I don't know," returned Craig, "but I have my suspicions. I'm too
ill to verify them myself. So I've called on you. Look at Jameson
first," he added.

While Godowski was examining me, Craig managed to get out his
microscope and was looking through it at the strange black specks
on the paper. There, under the lens, he could see the most
remarkable, almost microscopic creature, all legs and feelers, a
most vicious object.

Weak though he was, he could not help an exclamation of exultation
at his discovery, just as Godowski had finished with me.

"Look!" he cried, calling the doctor. "I know what the trouble is,
Godowski."

He had started to tell, but the excitement of the journey and the
exertion were so great that he could hardly mumble.

"Here--look--on this paper," he cried. "From the telephone--"

He had risen and was handing the paper to the scientist when his
weakness overcame him. He fell flat on his face on the floor and
dropped the paper, spilling the contents.