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SYNOPSIS*
Banford Qur-at, miitrt rrtmlnntogtiit of
ttir world. Hilda that In brlnxI'MI to Jun-
Clc* Macdouxal, th* murderer of Lord
Aahlolxh'a duughter, he has hut Juat en-
tered a llfe-and-dealh atrusalo with a
tnysterloua miuitar criminal. In a hidden
hut In Prof«n#or Ashlelfh's garden he haa
•«n an anthropoid ape skeleton and a
living Inhuman creature, half monkey,
half man, deetroyed hy tlr*. In hla rooma
*t Intervals have appeared from nowhere
taro black box*# with aarcaatlc and
threatening notea algned with a pair of
arm lee*, threatening hamlet, represent! im
thoae which hava already figured In a
diamond robbery. With hla aacretary,
J-eura. and hi* axalatnnt. Ix-nnra. he fol-
low* th* trait of Macdougal, who eareped
(Mi Jits wny to prlnoa, and Itmla Muedou-
gal t dead body In a cava on a lonely
ftlllalde. After a thrilling earapa from
two thug* who try to kill him hi- return*
•» hla room# to find hla valet, Itoaa
Brown, and a Mian QuIkk murdered, and
Police Inspector French Inveatlgatlng.
French, pussloft, half suspect* Quu*| af
th* crl wo.
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CHAPTER Xlt.
- Pot th* moment a new element had
Nn Introduced into the horror of thn
little tableau. Ail eye* were fixed upon
Queat, who listened to the Inspector’*
dubious words with S supercilious
smile upon his lip*.
“Perhaps," he suggested, “pen would
like to eah me n few question#?"
"Perhaps I may feel It tny duty to
do no," the inspector replied gravely.
"In th* first place, then, Mr. Quest,
•III you kindly explain the condition
of your clothes?"
Quest shrugged hi* ahoutdem.
•'Her* you ere, then," he replied.
“This morning I decided to make an
, attempt to clear up the mystery of
Macdougal’a disappearance I sent on
my secretary, Mia# Laura, to make
frleads with the eectioa hose, and
Lenora and i went out by automobile
ft little later. We instituted a search
OO a new principle, and before aery
long wo found Macdougal's body.
That # one up ngninat you, 1 think, in-
spector."
“Very likely," th# Inspector ob-
served. "Co on, pieese."
“I I eft the two young ladies, at Miss
Leiimn's with, to superintend th* re-
moval of the body. I myself bed an
engagement to deliver over her jew-
el# to Mrs. Rhetnholdt here at mid-
day. I returned to where my automo-
bile waa waiting, started for tbo city
•nd waa attacked by two thug* near
the section house. I got sway from
them, ran to the tower house to try
find stop the freight, was followed by
tha thugs, and jumped out on to the
last car from the signal arm."
“Where is your automobile?"
"No idea,” Quest replied. “I left It
fa the road. When I jumped from the
freight car I took a taxicab to the pro-
fessor/* and called for him. an IP
ranged.”
The inspector nodded.
"I shall hare to ask you to ftienftft
fine for a moment,” he said, ?while I
ring up number ten signal tower. If
Hr. Quest’s story receives corrobora-
tion the matter is at an end.”
The inspector left the room almost
Immediately.
When he returned bn wag looking
graver than ever.
"Quest,” he announced, “your alibi
Is useless—in fact, a little wore* than
useless. The operator at number ten
tut been found murdered at th* hark
•f the tower!”
Quest started-
"I ought not to hare left him to
those thus*," ho murmured regret-
fully.
"There fa no automobile of youre In
tbo vicinity,” the inspector continued,
"nor any news of it. I think it will be
an well now, Quest, for thi* matter to
takr tte ©bviou* course. Will you,
first of all, hand over her jewels to
Mr*. Rhomboid* ?"
Quest drew the keys of the safe
from hi# pocket, crossed the room and
•wung open the safe door. For a mo-
ment afterward* be stood transfixed.
His arm, half outstretched] remained
dhotionlena. Theft bo turned elowiy
4VWBd
“The jewel* have been itelet,* fea
ftftoonneed with -innatursi calm.
The inspector laid hi# hand beaeftp
•pen Quest’* shoulder.
"Yew wilt kindly consider jreowelf
oasdvf afreet, Queet. Ladies and gen-
tlemen, will yon clear the poem now,
If you plea#e. The ambulance t tele-
phoned for in outside.'*
The professor, who had1 been Itoofe-
fftg; as though wMvaly inter-
fened.
"Mr. French/’ be said earnestly, *1
atn convinced that yon are making ft
great mistake. In arresting and tak-
ing away Mr. Quest you are removing
from us- the one man who Is likely to;-
lee able to dear up this mystery.”
The inspector pushed blw geatty
to one side.
“You will excuse me, professor,” he
said, “but this is no matter for argu-
ment. If Mr. Quest can clear himself,
&e one will be more glad than I.”
Quest shrugged hi* shoulders.
“The inspector will have his Rttt*
joke,” he observed dryly. "It's all
right, girls. Keep cool,” he went oa,
as he saw ike tear* la Leoota’e ey«a.
"Come round and gat me Is the
Tomb*, on* of you.”
Tko ambulance men came and do-
partod with tboir grim burden, the
room on tho ground floor waa locked
nnd sealed, and the house wa* soou
empty except for the two girls. To-
ward three o'clock Lenora went out
and returned with n nowapaper. Mho
opooed It out upon tha table nnd they
both pored over it
“ 'Justice Thorpe hog refused to eoft-
aider bell!' lie's n guy, that Justice
Thorpe, and so * the idiot who wrote
thi* stuff!” laura exclaimed, thrust-
ing tbo paper away from her. “I
guess the professor wus dead right
when he told French he was locking
up the on* mao who Could dear op
tho whole show."
Lenora nodded thoughtfully
"The profaeaor spoke up lik* a
man,” she agreed, "but Laura, I want
to ask you something. Did you notice
hi* servant—that naan Craig?"
"Can't any I did particularly," Lour*
admitted.
"Twice," Lenora continued, "I
thought he was going to faint I tell
you be waa scared the whole of tb«
time.’*
"What am you getting at. hid?”
Laura demanded.
"At Craig, if I can." Lenora replied,
moving toward the telephone. “Please
give me the photoieksme. 1 am
going to talk to the professor.**
Laura adjusted the mirror to the In-
strument and Lenora rang up. Thn
professor himself answered the cell.
“Have you seen the three o'clock
edition, professor.” Lenora asked.
"I never read newspapers, young
Indy," th* professor replied.
“Let me tell you what they any
about Mr. Queet?"
Lenora Commenced • rambling ac-
count of what she bed read In the
newspaper. All the time the eyes of
the two girts were fixed upon the mir-
ror. They could see the professor
seated in hi# chair with two huge vol-
ume* hy hi* side, a pile of manuscript,
nnd a pen in his hand- They could
even catch the look of sympathy on
hi# face a# ho listened attentively. Sud-
denly Lenora almost broke off. She
gripped Laura by the arm. Th# door
of the study had been opened elowiy,
and Craig, carrying ft bundle, paused
for a moment on the threshold. He
glanced nervously toward the profes-
sor, who seemed unaware of his en-
trance. Then he moved atealthily to-
ward the fireplace, stooped down and
committed something to tho Home*.
The relief on hi* face, ns he stood up.
waa obvioun.
"All I can do for Mr. Quest, young
Indy, | will,” the professor promised.
He laid the receiver down and the
"1 wtll send for mv coat nnd wo will
go together, if you ilka," he suggested.
She smiled.
"1 am going the other way, hack I©
Goorgla square," she explained. "No,
pleas* don't ring. I can find my own
way out.”
She hurried from th* room. Outside
In the kail she paused for a moment,
listening with beating heart. Hy the-
side wall was a kat rack with branch-
ing pegs, from which several conts
wees hanging. 8h* slipped quietly be-
hind their shelter.
A moment or two later she heard
the professor lenve the house. Very
cautiously she stole out from her hid-
ing place. Th* hall was empty. She
crossed It with noise less footsteps,
slipped into th* study and moved
stealthily to th* fireplacw. There wa*
a Httle henp of ashen In one distinct
spot. She gathered them up In her
handkerchief and secreted It la her
dress and quietly left th* house.
At Georgia square she found fane*
waiting for her. and a few minute# af-
terward thn two girls were examining
th* ashes with the aid of Quest's ml
croecope. Among the little pile wee
one fragmer* at Ih# sight of which
they both exclaimed. It won distinctly
n ahred of charred muattn embroidery.
Ignore pointed toward It triumphant-
ly-
"Isn't that evidence?" oh* demand-
ed. "Lot’s ring up Inspector French!"
Learn shook her head doubtfully.
“Not ao fast," ah* advised. “French
In n good sort In hit way, hut hen
prejudiced Juat now againat the bora
I’m not sure that this evidence would
go fur by Itself ”
"If# evidence enough for on to pt» to
fralg, though! tVhat we have got to
do ia to get ft eorUVsston out of him.
somehow?"
Laura studied her companion, lot a
moment, curloualjr
‘Taking eome Internet In Mr Quest
kid, ain’t yon?”
Lenora looked op. Then her hear'
suddenly sank iftta her hands Hit'
knew suite well that her secret tv 4
escaped her Laura patted her sho >
dor.
"That’n all right. child,” she safe
soothingly. "Well *** him through
this, somehow or other ”
"fe.um," exclaimed Lenora, "w* wilt
gave Mr. Queet nod we will get hold
of Cmigl I have a plan. Listen
•,
wicket
log to uer she transcribed it with
boating heart:
Q. k. Coming,
•*•*#*
The guard swung open the
!» front of Quest's cell.
"Young woman to see you, Quest,”
ho announced. “Ter. minute* nod «*»
loud talking, please.” >
Quest moved to (he bam. U was
Lours who stood there. 8h# wasted
very little lime In preliminaries. Hav-
tog satisfied herself that the guard
waa out or hearing, she leaned an clues
op aha could to Queal
"I-ook here." ah# oetd, "Lenora'•
craxy with the idea that Craig hae
done these jobs—Crnift. th* profes-
sofa nrrvent, you know. We used the
phototHearn* yesterday afternoon and
saw hint burn something iq th* pro-
fev#or'o study. lenora went up
straight away And got bold of the
ashes.”
"Smart girt." Queet murmured, nod-
ding approvingly. “Well?"
“There ere distinct fragment#,"
Lftur* continued, "of embroidered stuff
such as th* Salvation Army girl might
CHAPTER XIII. ',V
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reflection on tho mirror faded away.
Lenora started up and hastily put on
her coat nnd hat, which worn stilt ty-
ing on the chair.
“I am going fight down to Ilia pro-
lessee's," sh<* announced.
"What do you think you eftft do
there?" Laura asked. ,
“1 am going to see If I can find out
whet that m.-\n burned," she iwpiiedL
“I will be tatk in an hour.”
Laur* walked with her n» Hr as the
street car and very soon afterward
Lenora fouL.li tara-elf knocking at. the
professor's front door. Craig admitted
her almost at ©nee. For a moment fee
seemed- to shiver as- k« recognized her.
“Welt, young lady," th* professor
tatd, “have you tkoagM of something
i can d»r’
She toots ft© ttotteft of the tWr to
which he pointed, and rested: her fca»<J
upon his shoulder.
“Professor,” she tagged, “go and see
#fp. Quest! If® is in the Tombs prison.
It would fee the kindest thing q&ynftft
could possibly do.”
The professor gtaucwd! regretfully st
fifes manuserapt, but he dU not hesi-
tate. He rose promptly to his feet.
“IP you think he would appreciate-
It, I will go at once,” he decided.
Her face shone with gratitude,
"That is really kind of you, profrs-
«*." sh« deelarwl
Craig** surprise wa# real enough
as he opened the beck door of the pro
fessor's house on the following morn-
ing and found Lenora standing on th*
threshold.
Letter# smiled pleasantly,
*‘| earn# to this door,” she said, “be-
cause | wanted a little talk with you."
Craig's attitude was perfect. He was
mystified but he remained respectful.
"Will you come inside?" be Invited
Rhe shook her heed.
“1 am afraid,” she confided, "of whet
1 am going to say being overhrerd.
Com* with me down to the enrage
for • moment.”
He opened the door* of th* garage,
leaving the keys in the lock, oud they
both passed inside.
"You can nay what you plea** here
without the slightest fear of being
overheard, *nia#,“ Craig remarked.
Lenora nodded, and breathed ft
prayer to herself, gha wa* nearer
the door than Craig by about half •
doten paces. Her hand groped ia the
little bag aha / was carrying and
gripped something hard. She clenched
her teeth for a moment. Then the
automatic pistol Hashed out through
the gloom.
“Craig,” she threatened. "If you
move I shall shoot you.”
It seemed as though th# man were
• coward. He began to- tremble, his
tip* twitched, hi* eye* grevr larger
and rounder.
"Whet is It?" tft faltered. -Whet
do you want?"
“Juat this," Lenora said firmly. "I
Suspect you to be guilty of tho crime
for which Sanford Quest is in prison.
I am going to have you questioned.
If you are innocent you have nothin*
to fear. If you'are guilty there wilt
be someone here before tong who will
extract the truth from you.”
Th# man’s face wa# an epitome of
fervor. Even hi* knee* shook Lenora
felt herself grow calmer with every
moment.
“1 *m got or outside to send • mee-
sage," she told him. "I shall return
presently.’*
“Don’t go," It# begged ftuddeoly.
: "Don’t leave ate? j am innocent, t
have dope nothing wrong. If you keep
ma here, you will da more harm than
you can dream of."
■“It to foe other people to decide
about your innocence.” Lenora said
calmly. "I have nothing to do with
that. If you ftrp wise you will stop
herw quietly.*
“Have yod said say thing !« Hr
Ashlelgh, mist?" tho (boa asked pite-
ously.
“Not ft word.**
A expression of fftlteff efi-on®- flap a
anoaneaf upon hla face. Leasca {mint-
ed to a stool.
“Sit down ifeef® &ftif wait quietly,"
she ordered.
Me obeyed without a word. She
left the place, locked the door se-
curely, and made her way round to the
o-th-er side of the gfrage—the side
hidden from tha house. Here, at the
far corner, she drew a little pocket
wireless from her bag and set it on
the window sill. Very slowly xhe sent
her message:
t have Craig here- tfl the professor’s |
garage, locked up. If ow plan has
succeeded, come at once. I am wait-
ing for you.
Thera was a» reply. She sent the
message again and again. Suddenly,
during a pause, there was a little flask
i““r tko nietq, A message wop sons-
jdH
"If Vow Mftuft i that! Shoot Vowt"
hove tirrn wearing. W* put them on
oh# side, but they ain't enough evi-
dence. Lenora'# tde* le that you
should get hold of Craig nnd hypnotise
him into* confession.”
“That’# nil right,” Queet replied,
"hut how am I to get hold of him?”
laur* gianred once more cnrelesaly
ground to where the guard stood.
"LenofV# gone up to the pmfeximr'*
sftnin thi# afternoon She le go-ing to
try and get hold of Crwig and lock him
In th# garage. If she succeeds, she
will seng n message by wireless at
three o'clock. H i* belf post two
now."
“Weltr* Quest exclaimed. “Well?”
“Too enn work this guard, if you
want to," Letiorn went ott. "1 hare
seen you tackle w«r»# case*. He seem*
dead easy. Then fet me in the cell,
tab# my clothes nnd leave me here."
Quest followed the scheme in hi*
mind quickly.
“It Is all right,* he decided, “but t
am not at *11 sure that they can really
hold me on th# evidence they have
got. If they can’t, I shall be doing my-
self more harm than good in this
**y."
“It’s no use unices yen e*« get hold
of Craig quickly,'' laur* mifi. "If# is
getting the acsrei, as ft Is.”
“I'll do it.” Quest decided. "Call tho
guard, Laura.*
She obeyed. The man cam# good-
naturedly towsrd them
Quest looked st him gteadfiaxtiy
through the hers.
“I want you to eome Ineide Iter ft
moment,” Quest repeated softly, "tin-
look the door, please, fak<» the key elf
your hunch and com# inside.”
The man hesitated, but ait tfiw time
fits fihger* were fumbling with the
key#. Quest's lips continued to move.
The warder opened the door and en-
tered. A few minute# later Quest
passed the key through the window to
Laura, who wa# standing on guard.
Without * word, and with marvelous
rapidity, th# change was effected.
Laura produced from her handbag a
wig, which she pinned inside her hat
and passed over to Quest. Then she
flung herself on to the bed and drew
the blanket up to her chin.
“How long will fie stay like that?”
she whispered, pointing to the warder,
who was sitting on the floor with his
arms folded and hla eyes closed.
“Half and hour of so.” Quest .an-
swered. “Don't bother about him. I
shall drop the key back through tho
window.”
Quest reached Georgia square at
five minutes to three. A glance tin
and down assured him that the house
was unwatched. lie let himself In
with his own key, threw I,aura's
clothes off, and, after a few moments’
hesitation, selected from the ward-
robe a rough tweed suit with a thick
lining and lapels. Just as he was
tying his tie, the little wireless which
he had laid on the table at his side
began to record a message. He glanced
at the clock. It was exactly three.
Quest's eyen shone for a moment
with satisfaction. Then he sent off
his answering message, put on a dus-
ter and slouch hat. and left the house
by the al/e entrance. In a few mo-
ments he was In Broadway, and a
quarter of an hour later a taxicab de-
posited him at the entrance to the
professor's house. He wnnerd swiftly
up the drive and turned toward the
garage, hoping every moment to see
something of l*euorn. The door of tho
place stood open. He entered and
walked urouml. It vim empty. There
waa no algu of tltker Craig or lot-
nom! . . .
Quest recovered ffom fit* flr#f fliw-
mppoiiiftnent, stole carefully out and
made a minute examination of the
place <’lo#e to ihe corner from which
(^enor* fiad sent her wlreles# message
to him, he stooped and (ticked up a
handkerchief, which frow the marking
ho recognlxed at one*. A few feet
away the gravel was dlstur(>*4 as
though by the trampling of several
f**t Me #et kis teeth
“fee *«t to find that girl," he mut-
tered. "Crelg eon go to h- I?"
He turned *w*y and approached the
hmis*. Tbe front door etood opeu
nnd he mad* his wsy at once to the
library Tbe professor, who was alt-
tin* at hi* tfeek surrounded hy a pile
of books and palters, addressed him,
*# be entered, without looking op
•'Where on earth have you been,
Ottlg?" he inquired petulantly. “1 have
rung for you *<■ times Have I not
told yon never to leave the piece with-
out order#?"
"It is not Craig,” Quest replied quiet-
ly. “It is I. profeoeor— Hanford Quest."
The professor swung round in his
chair and eyed hi* visitor to blank
astonishment.
“Quest?" he evclstmcd tied blrae
my emit? Have they let you out al-
ready, theo?"
“I came out," Quest replied grim-
ly. “flit tight, and listen to m for s
moment, niii you?"
“You cxnio out?” th# profesHor fw
peeled, looking n I It tin dftird. “You
mean you escaped?"
Quest nodded.
“i’erhap# I mad* ft mistake." be ad-
mitted, “but here f am. Now listen,
professor.” And be told the story of
the last few hours.
The professor's face waa almost piti-
ful io its bleak amazement. His
month was side open like a child'#,
words seemed absolutely denied to
him. He rose to his fret, obviously
s tremendous effort to adjust hi#
ideas.
“Craig locked up tn my garage?”
he murmured. “Craig guilty of those
murders? Why, my dear Mr. Quest,
• more harmless, a more inoffensive,
peace-loving and devoted servant than
John Craig never trod thi* earth!”
“Maybe,” Quest replied, “but where
In her
Th# professor eonid do nothing but
look around him n little vaguely.
“I am going back,” Quest announced.
"My only chance ia the wireless. If
Lenora ia alive or at liberty, she will
communteste with me.”
“May I come, taw?” th* professor
naked timidly.
"Come bv att menna,” Quest assent-
ed. "I will drive yo* down in your
car. if you like.”
Tbe profeaoor hurried away to get
his cost and hat, and a few minutes
later they started off. In Broadway
they left the car at » garage and
mad# their way up a back street which
enabled them to enter the house at
the side entrance. They passed up-
stairs into th* sitting-room. Quest
fetched the pocket wireless and laid it
down on the table. The professor ex-
amined it with interest.
“You are marvelous, my friend,”
he declared. “With all these reaoures
of science at your command it seems
incredible that you should be in the
position you are."
Quest nodded coolly.
“Juat one moment, professor, while
I wend off a message,' he said, open-
ing the little instrument. "Where are
you, Lenora?” h# signaled. “Send me
word and I will fetch you. I am in my
own house for the present. Let me
know that you are safe."
The professor leaned back, smoking
o«e of Quest's excellent cigars. He
was beginning to show signs of the
liveliest interest.
“Quest," he said, “I wish I could In-
duce you to dismiss this extraordinary
supposition of your# concerning my
servant Craig. The man has been with
me for th® best part of twenty years.
Me saved my life in South America:
w« hav© traveled in all parts of the
world. H© has proved himself to be
exemplary, a faithful and devoted
servant.”
"Then perhaps you will tell me,”
Quest suggested, “where he is now,
and why he has gone away? That
does not look like complete Innocence,
does it?"
The professor sighed.
“I cannot stay here much longer, un-
less I mean to go back to the Tombs,”
Quest declared.
“Surely,” the professor suggested,
“your Innocence will very soon be es-
tablished?”
“There is one thing which will hap-
pen, without a doubt,” Quest replied.
“My auto and the chauffeur will be dis-
covered. I have Insisted upon Inquir-
ies being sent out throughout the state
of Connecticut. They tell me, too,
that the police are hard on the scent
of Red Gallagher and the other man.
Unless they get wind of this and sell
me purposely, their arrest will be the
end of my troubles. To tell you the
truth, professor," Quest concluded, “it
is not of myself I am thinking at all
just now. It Is Lenora.”
The professor nodded sympathet-
ically
“The young lady who shut Craig up
in the garage, you mean? A plucky
young woman she must be.”
She has a great many other good
qualities besides courage,” Quest de-
clared. "Women have not counted
for much with me, professor, up till
now, any more than they have done, I
should think, with you. but I tell you
frankly, if anyone has hurt a hair of
that girl's head I will have their lives,
whatever the penalty mar be' It Is
for her sake—to find her- that I broke
out of prison nnd that I nm trying *o
keep free. Thn wisest thing to do,
from my own poliit of view, would hq
to give mysnlf up, I can't bring my-
self to do Hint without knowing whet
baa become of her.”
The professor nodded ngain.
“A charming and well bred young
woman she HeninH,” he admitted. “I
fear that I should only ho a bungler
li* your profession, Mr, Quesl, but if
there ia anything I can do depend
upon me. Personally, 1 am convinced
that Craig will return to me with
some plausible explanation a# lo what
haa hapi>#«ied.”
Quest, for the fhlrt! or fourth time
moved cautiously toward the wtortoar.
Ills expression suddenly changed. He
glanced suddenly downward, frowned
Slightly.
"They’re after tne?" he exclaimed,
"flit, still, professor "
He darted Into hie room end ren|F
peared axain a I moat immediately. Th*
professor gave a gasp of aatouish-
ment at his altered appearance. Hi*
tweed suit seemed to have been turned
inside out. There were no lapels noe.
and it wa* buttoned up to his neck. He
wore a long white apron; a reeked
cap and a chlnplere of astonishing
naturalness had transformed him Into
tho semblance of a Dutch grocer's boy
"l'n» off, professor," Quest whin
pared. "You shall hear from me soon.
I have not been here, remember!”
He rnn lightly down the steiw end
Into tho kitchen, picked up s basket
filled it haphazard with vegetables nnd
threw it cloth over th# lop. Then he
made hla way to the front door, peered
out for a moment, swung throngb it
on to thn step, and, turning round,
commenced to belabor it with hia fist
Two plain-clothes men stood at the
end of the street. A police automo-
bile drew up outside the gate. Inspec-
tor French, attended by a imllceman,
stepped out. The former looked search-
iugly at Que«t.
“Well, my boy, whel are yon defetff
here?” he asked.
"I cannot answer yet," Qnest r*»
piled, in broken English. "Ten mho-
vta already have 1 wasted. I h*e«
knocked at nil the door#.”
French smiled.
"You run along home,” he Mid. “nnd
tell your master that ho had better
leave off delivering goods her# for the
present."
Quest went off, grumbling. French
opened th# door with a master hoy
and secured it carefully, leaving one of
hia men to guard it. He searched ttw*
rooms on the ground floor and finally
ascended to Quest’s study. The pro*
feasor was still enjoying tiis cigar.
“Say, where’s Quest?" the inspector
asked promptly.
"Have you let him out already?” the
professor replied, in a tone of mild
surprise. “1 thought ho was in the
Tomb* prison.”
The inspector pressed on without
answering. Every room in the house
was ransacked. Presently he came
back to the room where the professor
With Marvelous Rapidity, the Change
Was Effected.
was still sitting. His usually good-
humored face was a little elouded.
“Professor,” he began— "What’s the
matter, Miles?”
A plain-clothes man from the street
had come hurrying Into the room.
“Say, Mr. French,” he reported, “our
fellows have got hold of a newsie
down In the street, who was coming
along 'way round the back and saw
two men enter this house by the side
entrance, half an hour ago. One he
described exactly as the professor
here. The other, without a doubt, waa
Quest."
French turned swiftly toward the
professor.
“You hear what this man says?"
he exclaimed. Mr. Ashleigh, you’re
fooling me! You entered this house
with Sanford Quest. You will have
to tell us where he Is hiding.”
The professor knocked the ash from
hf8 cigar and replaced it in his mouth.
His clasped hands rested in front
of him. There was a twinkle of some-
thing like mirth in his eyes as he
glanced up at the inspector.
“Mr. French,” he said, "Mr. Sanford
Quest Is my friend. I am here In
charge of his house. Believing as I
do that his arrest was an egregious
blunder, I shall say or do nothing like-
ly to afford you any Information.”
French turned Impatiently away.
Suddenly a light broke in upon him;
he rushed toward the door.
“That d—d Dutchie!” he exclaimed*
The professor smiled benignly.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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