It was not an easy thing to think of a plan that would not involve himself in some way, and he felt that it must never be known that he had anything to do with such a plot.
That night Ditson might have been seen entering a certain saloon in New Haven, calling one of the barkeepers aside, and holding a brief whispered conversation with him.
"Is Professor Kelley in ?" asked Roll.
"He is, sir," replied the barkeeper.

"Do you wish to see him ?" "Well--ahem!--yes, if he is alone." "I think he is alone.

I do not think any of his pupils are with him at present, sir." "Will you be kind enough to see ?" asked Ditson.

"This is a personal matter--something I want kept quiet." The barkeeper disappeared into a back room, was gone a few minutes, and then returned and said: "The professor is quite alone.

Will you go up, sir ?" "Y-e-s," said Roll, glancing around, and then motioning for the barkeeper to lead the way.
He was taken into a back room and shown a flight of stairs.
"Knock at the door at the head of the flight," instructed the barkeeper, and after giving the man some money Ditson went up the stairs.
"Come in!" called a harsh voice when he knocked at the door.
Ditson found Kelley sitting with his feet on a table, while he smoked a strong-smelling cigar.