n her right arm, but thought it no more than the twinge of a strained
muscle. Doctor Garnet deftly slipped the hypodermic syringe into his
pocket without the girl's observing it. He spoke to her gently,
encouragingly, awaiting the action of the drug. Then, a few moments
later, Ethel's lids drooped, her form grew limp, her head lolled to the
slight swaying of the yacht. She was held now in a clutch more terrible
and more relentless than that of the metal band about her body. She was
the hapless prisoner of morphia. Dr. Garnet stared into the face of the
unconscious girl for a long half minute, with a curious gloating in his
gaze. Then, abruptly, he strode away, and as he went he chuckled softly,
with infinite relish over some evil jest known only to himself.

CHAPTER VI

HUNTING A CLUE

The Morton camp was not unlike other Adirondack camps owned by the
wealthy New Yorker. It consisted of vast acres of wonderful forests,
where conifers and hard wood intermingled. Through the tract wandered a
pellucid trout stream. At a glance, one would know that those waters
were teeming with wonderful trout, that many a big fellow of the finny
tribe inhabited the depths that waited for the angler's lure.

The comfortable camp, built of rough-hewn logs with low sloping roof
overhanging broad verandas, was built upon a bluff immediately above and
overlooking the home of the most elusive, the most splendid speckled
beauties--the trout that are the most savory on the table and the gamest
in the water.

This morning, Roy Morton was well content with the world. It was late
summer, and something of the languor of the season coursed in his blood.
He sat on the porch, watching idly the dimpling waters below in a pool.
He had an eager eye for the occasional leap of a trout to the surface in
search of prey. He watched appreciatively the glint of rainbow tints on
the iridescent sides as the fish rose and the sunlight showed all its
splendor. While he gazed, at intervals, Roy worked on his fisherman's
tackle. As the trout leaped, he studied that for which they leaped--with
an idea of fashioning flies to suit their capricious taste. He finally
determined just the fly that he should use for a cast at this hour of
the day in order to entice the appetite of the trout. He had that
particular fly upon his leader in readiness for a cast, and had started
toward the stream to test his judgment in playing on the appetite of a
fish, when his atten