light up. He made up his mind to something and a moment later he
opened the cabinet--that inexhaustible storehouse from which he
seemed to draw weird and curious instruments that met the ever new
problems which his strange profession brought to him.

I watched curiously. He took out a bottle and what looked like a
little hypodermic syringe, thrust them into his pocket and, for
once, oblivious to my very existence, deliberately walked out of
the laboratory.

I did not propose to be thus cavalierly dismissed. I suppose it
would have looked ridiculous to a third party but I followed him
as hastily as if he had tried to shut the door on his own shadow.

We arrived at the corner above the Dodge house just in time to see
another visitor--Bennett--enter. Craig quickened his pace.
Jennings had by this time become quite reconciled to our presence
and a moment later we were entering the drawing room, too.

Elaine was there, looking lovelier than ever in the plain black
dress, which set off the rosy freshness of her face.

"And, Perry," we heard her say, as we were ushered in, "someone
has even forged my name--the handwriting and everything--telling
Mr. Kennedy to drop the case--and I never knew."

She stopped as we entered. We bowed and shook hands with Bennett.
Elaine's Aunt Josephine was in the room, a perfect duenna.

"That's the limit!" exclaimed Bennett. "Miss Dodge has just been