He turned away with a shrug of the shoulders.
"See you later, Mr.Ashleigh," he concluded laconically.

"Nothing more to be done at present." The Professor followed him to the door.
"Mr.Quest," he said, his voice broken with emotion, "it is the work of my lifetime of which I am being robbed.

You will use your best efforts, you will spare no expense?
I am rich.

Your fee you shall name yourself." "I shall do my best," Quest promised, "to find the skeleton.

Come, Lenora.
Good morning, gentlemen!" * * * * * With his new assistant, Quest walked slowly from the museum and turned towards his home.
"Make anything of this, Lenora ?" he asked her.
She smiled.
"Of course not," she answered.