ashionable maker's name. In the reception-room,
on a table, a pack of cards lay spread out in an unfinished game of
solitaire. All the small baggage had been taken for the journey.
Truth to tell, Haggerty had not expected to find anything; he had not
cared to sit idly twiddling his thumbs while the Maharajah vacated his
rooms.

In the bathroom (Lord Monckton's) he found two objects which aroused
his silent derision: a bottle of brilliantine and an ointment made of
walnut-juice. Probably this Lord Monckton was a la-de-dah chap. Bah!

Once in the prince's vacated bedroom Haggerty went to work with classic
thoroughness. Not a square foot of the room escaped his vigilant eye.
The thief had not entered by the windows; he had come into the room by
the door which gave to the corridor. He stood on a chair and examined
the transom sill. The dust was undisturbed. He inspected the keyhole;
sniffed; stood up, bent and sniffed again. It was an odor totally
unknown to him. He stuffed the corner of his fresh handkerchief into
the keyhole, drew it out and sniffed that. Barely perceptible. He
wrapped the corner into the heart of the handkerchief, and put it back
into his pocket. Some powerful narcotic had been forced into the room
through the keyhole. This would account for the prince's headache.
These Orientals were as bad as the Dutch; they never opened their
windows for fresh air.

Beyond this faint, mysterious odor there was nothing else. The first
step would be to ascertain whether this narcotic was occidental or
oriental.

"Nothing doing yet," he confessed to the anxious manager. "But there
ain't any cause for you t' worry. You're not responsible for jools not
left in th' office."

"That isn't the idea. It's having the thing happen in this hotel.
We'll add another five hundred if you succeed. Not in ten years has
there been so much as a spoon missing. What do you think about it?"

"Big case. I'll be back in a little while. Don't tell th' reporters
anything."

Haggerty was on his way to a near-by chemist whom he knew, when he
espied Crawford in his electric, stalled in a jam at Forty-second and
Broadway. He had not seen the archeologist since his return from
Europe.

"Hey, Mr. Crawford!" Haggerty bawled, putting his head into the window.

"Why, Haggerty, how are you? Can I give you a lift?"

"If it won't trouble you."

"Not at all. Pretty hot weather."

"For my business. Wish I could run of