I'll see you again pretty soon." He went away.

Ellis, who was still searching through his little books, suddenly uttered an exclamation.

He leaned out into the passage, crying: "The half of a hot onion; tie it right on the cut." But Haight had already gone.

"You see," explained Ellis, "that draws out any little particles of glass.

Look at this," he added, reading an item just below the one he had found.