CHAPTER XVIII.
It was a grinning Barry Houston who leaped from the train at Tabernacle a week later and ran open-armed through the snow toward the waiting Ba'tiste.
"You got my telegram ?" He asked it almost breathlessly.
"Ah, _oui! oui, oui, oui_! _Sacre_, and you are the wizard!" "Hardly that." They were climbing into the bobsled.

"I just had enough sense to put two and two together.

On the train to Boston I got a tip about my case, something that led me to believe that the district attorney knew all the time that I was innocent.

He had conducted experiments at the Bellstrand Hospital of which nothing had been said in the trial.

Three famous doctors had been with him.