The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-07-22
Fifteenth INSTALLMENT
CHAPTER xxxV.

The first shock was over. Craigs
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.
1T is a 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
it must have been a 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
Quest, stretching it out upon his knee,
read it word for word
Never to communicate or to have
anything to do with anyone of the
name of Ashleigh, eh?" he remarked,
as he handed it back again. Rather
a queer provision, that, French
I've been thinking that myself" the
inspector admitted.
Quest glanced at the clock.
Well" he said, eff you're ready,
inspector, We'll be getting along"
The two men drove to the outskirts
of the city almost in silence. The
professors house seemed more 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. Gomez"
He threw open the door. The room
was empty, yet both Quest and French
were conscious of a curious convic
ton that it had been occupied with
in the last few seconds
Queer, but it seemed to me heard
someone" French muttered.
Il 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 a shrug of the
shoulders
At any rate" he said. "Craig's dy-
ing thoughts must have been truth
full. Come
He led the way to the fireplace,
went down on his knees and passed
his hands over the bricks. The third
one he touched, shook. He tapped
it-Without a doubt it was hollow.
With his penknife he 1oosened the
mortar a little and drew it out easily.
The back was open. Inside was the
black box
"Craig's secret at 1ast!" French
muttered, hoarsely. Bring it to the
light, quick!"
They were Unconditional 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
sorawled words buried with so much
care:
See Page e., January Number,
American Medical Journal, 1905.
they looked at one another. They
repeated vaguely this most common
place of messages. AS the final result
q 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
ihlS, he muttered. cit can't be alto
Sether FOOLS game we're on. Wait
he moved towards a table which
usually stood against the wall, but
winch had obviously been dragged
out recently into the middle of the
room. 1t 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"
ne turned over the pages rapidly.
linen he came to a stop. Page 81
was there; page 62 had been neatly
T7moVed with pair of scissors.
The professor!" he cried. .The
professors been at work here!"
Inc two men stood looking at one
another across the table. Strange