It has been very kind of you, Mr.
Quest, to keep me here for so long." Quest glanced at the clock.
"Don't hurry, Mr.Ashleigh," he said.

"We may get some news at any moment.
French has a dozen men out on the search and he has promised to ring me up immediately he hears anything." The Professor sighed.
"A man," he declared, "who for twenty years can deceive his master as utterly and completely as Craig has done me, who is capable of such diabolical outrages, and who, when capture stares him in the face, is capable of an escape such as he made to-day, is outside the laws of probability.

Personally, I do not believe that I shall ever again see the face of my servant, any more than that you, Quest, will entirely solve the mystery of these murders and the theft of the Rheinholdt jewels." Lenora, who, with her hat on, was packing a small bag at the other end of the room, glanced up for a moment.
[Illustration: QUEST IS MYSTIFIED AT FINDING THE JEWELS IN THE BLACK BOX, WHICH WAS ON THE FLOOR.] [Illustration: "SURE AN' ME NAME'S NOT CRAIG--IT'S MARTY O'TOOLE, SIR." THEY HAD FOOLED THE CRIMINOLOGIST.] "The man is a demon!" she exclaimed.

"He would have sacrificed us all, if he could.

When I think of poor Laura lying there in the hospital, crushed almost to death, so that he could save his miserable carcass, and realise that he is free, I feel--" She stopped short.