rrible
culmination of the mystery and cannot here be told with their just
significance, it will suffice to record that Brendon presently found
his brain reeling before a theory so extravagant that he would
instantly have discredited it from any lesser lips than those of the
famous man who propounded them.

"Mind," concluded Peter, who had spoken without ceasing for nearly
two hours, "I'm not saying that I am right. I'm only saying that,
wild though it sounds, it fits and makes a logical story even
though that story beats all experience. It might have happened; and
if it didn't happen, then I'm damned if I know what did, or what is
happening at this moment. It is a horrible thing, if true; but it's
a beautiful thing from the professional point of view--just as a
cancer, or a battle, or an earthquake can be beautiful when put in a
category outside humanity."

Brendon delayed his answer and his face was racked with many
poignant emotions.

"I can't believe it," he replied at length, in a voice which
indicated the extent of his mental amazement and perturbation; "but
I shall nevertheless do exactly as you direct. That is well within
my power and obviously my duty."

"Good boy. And now we'll have something to eat. You've got it clear?
The time is all important."

Mark scanned his notebook in which he had made voluminous entries.
Then he nodded and shut it.

Suddenly Mr. Ganns laughed. The other's book reminded him of an
incident.

"A funny little thing happened yesterday afternoon that I forgot,"
he said. "I'd turned in, leaving my notebook by my head, when there
came a visitor to my room. I was asleep all right, but my heaviest
sleep won't hold through the noise of a fly on the windowpane; and
lying with my face to the door I heard a tiny sound and lifted one
eyelid. The door opened and Signor Doria put his nose in. I'd pulled
the blind, but there was plenty of light and he spotted my
vade-mecum lying on the bed table a couple of feet from my head.
Over he came as quiet as a spider, and I let him get within a yard.
Then I yawned and shifted. He was gone like a mosquito, and half an
hour later I heard him again. But I got up and he didn't do more
than listen outside. He wanted that book bad--you can guess how
bad."

For two days Mr. Ganns declared that he must rest; and then there
came an evening when he privately invited Doria to take a walk.

"There's a few things I'd like to put to you," he said. "You needn'