the window.

He happened to look down at the ground. Before him was a small
box. He picked it up.

"Here's something, though," he said.

Joshua went back into the house.

"What is it?" asked Elaine as he rejoined the women.

She took the curious little box and unfastened the cover. As she
opened it, she drew back. There in the box was a little ivory
figure of a man, all hunched up and shrunken, a hideous figure.
She recoiled from it--it reminded her too much of the Chinese
devil-god she had seen,--and she dropped the box.

For a moment all stood looking at it in horrified amazement.

. . . . . . .

It was the afternoon following the day of our strange discovery of
the fireplace done in sympathetic ink on the apparently blank
sheet of paper in Bennett's effects, when the speaking-tube
sounded and I answered it.

"Why--it's Elaine," I exclaimed.

Kennedy's face showed the keenest pleasure at the unexpected
visit. "Tell her to come right up," he said quickly.