The Spectator., 1915-10-12
FIFTEENTH INsTALlMENT
CHAPTER xxxv.

Tho first shock was over. Craig's body had been removed. and the girls had taken Mary. half stunned with grief. to their room. French and Quest were left alone. That is some disappointment" the former remarked. gloomily. Tt is . disappointment" Quest said. slowly. which may clear the way to bigger things"
 Whats in your mind now?" French Inquired.
 Quest shook his head
 "A turmoil. First of all, where is the professor?"
 Must have scooted right away home" French suggested. He was looking pretty sick all the time. Guess lt must have been Q powerful shock for him. and he isn't so young as he used to be-"
 "Give me that paper of Craig's again." Quest asked
 The inspector produced the docu. ment from his inner pocket. and Guest, stretching 1t out upon his knee. read 1t word for word
 'Never to communicate or to have anything to do with anyone of tho name of Ashleigh. eh!" he remarked, = he handed 1t back again. Rather . queer provision. that. Preach"
 I've been thinking that myself" the Inspector admitted.
 Quest glanced at the clock.
 Well" he said. "if you're ready. Inspector. we'll be getting along"
 The two men drove to the outskirts of the city almost in silence. The professor's house seemed moro than ever deserted as they drew up at the front door. They entered without ringing and crossed the hall towards the library. On the threshold Quest paused and held up his finger.
 Someone is in there" he whispered. stepping quickly forward. "Come!"
 He throw open the door. The room was empty. yet both Quest and French were conscious of . curious convic- ton that 1t had been occupied with in the last few seconds.
 Queer. but 1t seemed to nc heard someone" French muttered. T was sure of it," Quest replied.
 They stood still for . moment and listened. The silence in the empty house was almost unnatural. Quest turned away with . shrug of the shoulders.
 At any rate." he said. "Craig's dy- ing thoughts must have been truth ful. Come"
 He led the way to the fireplace. went down on his knees and passed his hands over the bricks. The third ono he touched. shook. He tapped N-without . doubt 1t was hollow. With his penknife he loosened the mortar little and drew it out easily. The back was open. Inside was the black box.
 "Craig's secret at last!" French muttered. hoarsely. Bring 1t to the light. quick!"
 They were unemotional men. but the moment was supreme. The key to the mystery of these tragical weeks was there in their hands! Their eyes almost devoured those few hastily scrawled words buried with 50 much care:
 See Page @, January Number,
 American Medical Journal, 1905.
 They looked at one another. They repeated vaguely this most common place of messages. An the final result of their strenuous enterprise. these cryptic words seemed pitifully made Quate. Quests face darkened. He crumpled the paper in his fingers.
 There must be some meaning In this" he muttered. Tt can't be alto gether Q fools game we're on. Wait"
 He moved towards . table which usually stood against the wall. but which had obviously been dragged out recently into the middle of the room. It was covered with bound volumes. Quest glanced at one and exclaimed softly:
 American Medical Journal. 1905! French. there's something in this mes- sage. after all"
 He turned over the pages rapidly. Then he came to . stop. Page 61 was there: page 62 had been neatly removed with pair of scissors.
 "The professor!" he cried The professors been at work here!"
 The two men stood looking at ono another across the table Strange