The latch was dropped in its socket, whilst T.X., with a stop watch in his hand, made elaborate calculations and acted certain parts which he did not reveal to a soul.
Three times, accompanied by Mansus, he went to the house, three times went to the death chamber and was alone on one occasion for an hour and a half whilst the patient Mansus waited outside.

Three times he emerged looking graver on each occasion, and after the third visit he called into consultation John Lexman.
Lexman had been spending some time in the country, having deferred his trip to the United States.
"This case puzzles me more and more, John," said T.X., troubled out of his usual boisterous self, "and thank heaven it worries other people besides me.

De Mainau came over from France the other day and brought all his best sleuths, whilst O'Grady of the New York central office paid a flying visit just to get hold of the facts.

Not one of them has given me the real solution, though they've all been rather ingenious.

Gathercole has vanished and is probably on his way to some undiscoverable region, and our people have not yet traced the valet." "He should be the easiest for you," said John Lexman, reflectively.
"Why Gathercole should go off I can't understand," T.X.