ll."

He turned over the pages rapidly. Then he came to a stop. Page 60 was
there; page 62 had been neatly removed with a pair of scissors.

"The Professor!" he cried. "The Professor's been at work here!"

The two men stood looking at one another across the table. Strange
thoughts were framing themselves in the brains of both of them. Then there
came a startling and in its way a dramatic interlude. Through the empty
house came the ringing of the electric bell from the front door, shrill
and insistent. Without a moment's hesitation, Quest hurried out, and
French followed him. On the door-step was another surprise. Lenora and
Laura were there, the former carrying a small, black-bound volume.

"Don't be cross," she begged quickly. "We just had to come. Look! We
picked this up underneath the chair where Craig was sitting. It must have
slipped from his pocket. You see what is written on it? DIARY OF JOHN
CRAIG."

Quest took it in his hand.

"This ought to be interesting," he remarked. "Come along in."

They passed into the library. French lingered behind for a moment and
caught up with them just as they were opening the book underneath the
electric lamp.

"See what I've found!" he exclaimed. "It was just by the side of the wall
there. Where's that journal?"

He spread out the piece of paper--it fitted exactly into the empty space.
They all read together:

"Professor Ashleigh, after being bitten by the anthropoid,
rapidly developed hydrophobia of a serious nature. After
treatment with a new serum the patient was relieved of the
hydrophobic symptoms, but to my horror this mild-mannered,
humane man seems possessed at times of all the characteristics
of the brutal anthropoid--cunning, thievery, brutality. I do not
know what may come of this. I hesitate to put even these words
on to paper. I am doubtful as to what course, in the interests
of humanity, I ought to take.

(Signed) "JAMES MERRILL, M.D.

"Editor's Note. Just as we go to press, a cable announces the
terrible death of Doctor Merrill, the writer of the above notes.
He was attacked by wild animals while alone in a South American
jungle, and torn to pieces."

There was a queer little silence among the company. No one seemed inclined
for speech. They looked at one another in dumb, wondering horror. Then
Quest drew a penknife from his pocket and with a turn of his wrist forced
the lock of the diary. The