direction, there was not a living soul in the house from roof to
cellar. Search as we did, we could find not one of the scores of
people whom I had seen enter in the course of the evening while I
was watching on the corner.

Dillon, ever mindful of some of the absurd rules of evidence in
such cases laid down by the courts, had had an official
photographer summoned and he was proceeding from room to room,
snapping pictures of apparatus that was left in place and
preserving a film record of the condition of things generally.

Garrick was standing ruefully beside the roulette wheel at which
so many fortunes had been dissipated.

"Get me an axe," he asked of one of Dillon's men who was passing.

With a well-directed blow he smashed the wheel.

"Look," he exclaimed, "this is what they were up against."

His forefinger indicated an ingenious but now twisted and tangled
series of minute wires and electro-magnets in the delicate
mechanism now broken open before us. Delicate brushes led the
current into the wheel.

With another blow of the axe, Garrick disclosed wires running down
through the leg of the table to the floor and under the carpet to
buttons operated by the man who ran the game.

"What does it mean?" I asked blankly.