There was nothing to do now but wait--wait until Carruthers should send that photograph.

Then if, after all, he were wrong--then he must find some other way.

But was he wrong! The notebook that Carruthers had given him, open at the sketch he had made of Clayton, lay upon the desk.

Jimmie Dale picked it up--he had already spent quite a little time over it before breakfast--and examined it again minutely, even resorting to his magnifying glass.

He put it down as a knock sounded at the door, and Jason entered with a silver card tray.