f you will permit me," he asked, "I should like to have a few drops of
blood from each of you."

"Goode tried that," remarked old Mr. Moreton. "I don't know that
anything came of it. Still, I am not going to refuse, if Myra and Lionel
agree."

Craig had already taken from his pocket a small case containing a
hypodermic and some little glass tubes. There seemed to be no valid
objection and from each of them he drew off a small quantity of blood.
As he worked, I thought I saw what he had in mind. Could there be, I
wondered, an X-ray outfit or perhaps radium concealed about the living
rooms of the house? First of all, it was necessary to verify Dr. Goode's
observations.

We chatted a few moments, then took leave of Myra Moreton.

"Keep up your courage," whispered Craig with a look that told her that
he had seen the conflict between loyalty to her father and to her
lover.

Lionel drove us back to the station in the car alone. Nothing of
importance was said by any of us until we had almost reached the
station.

"I can see," he said finally, "that you don't feel sure that it is a
cancer house."

Kennedy said nothing.

"Well," he pursued, "I don't know anything about it, of course. But I do
know this much--those doctors are making a good thing out of father and
the rest of us."

The car had pulled up. "I've got no use for Loeb," the young man went
on. "Still, I'd rather not that we had trouble with him. I'll tell you,"
he added in a burst of confidence, "he has a little girl who works for
him, his secretary, Miss Golder. She comes from Norwood. I should hate
to have anything happen to queer her. People used to think Goode was
engaged to her before he took that office next to us and got ambitious.
Father placed her with Dr. Loeb. If it's necessary to do anything with
him, I wish you'd think whether she couldn't be kept out of it in some
way."

"I'll try to do it," agreed Craig, as we shook hands and climbed on the
early afternoon train back to the city.

CHAPTER XXIX

THE QUACK DOCTORS

Kennedy's first move was to go downtown to the old building opposite the
City Hall and visit the post-office inspectors.

"I've heard of the government's campaign against the medical quacks who
are using the mails," he introduced when we at last found the proper
inspector. "I wonder whether you know a Dr. Adam Loeb?"

"Loeb?" repeated the inspector, O'Hanlon, who was in charge of the
investigation which was then in