iately it was only a question of a short time when I
might be as badly, as the wax figures and charts outside. I had
fortunately come just in time to be saved.

"I think that with the electrical treatment we can get rid of that
malignant growth in a month," he promised, fixing a price for the
treatment which I thought was pretty high, considering the brief time he
had actually spent on me, and the slight cost of electric light and
power.

I paid him ten dollars on deposit, and after a final consultation we
left the doctor's office. I was to return for a treatment in a couple of
days.

We turned out of the entrance of the office building just as scores of
employes were hurrying home. As we reached the door, I felt Kennedy
grasp my arm. I swung around. There, in an angle of the corridor, I
caught sight of a familiar figure. Dr. Goode was standing, evidently
waiting for someone to come out. There were several elevators and the
crowd of discharging passengers was thick. He had been so intent on
looking for someone he expected, apparently, that he had missed us.

Kennedy drew me on into the doorway of the building next door, from
which we could observe everyone who went in and out of the skyscraper in
which Dr. Loeb had his offices.

"I wonder what he's down here for," scowled Kennedy.

"Perhaps he's doing some detective work of his own," I suggested.

"Lionel Moreton said that Miss Golder and he used to be intimate,"
ruminated Kennedy. "I wonder if he's waiting for her?"

We did not have long to wait. It was only a few minutes when Kennedy's
surmise proved correct. Miss Golder and Dr. Goode came out, and turned
in the direction of the railroad station for Norwood. He was eagerly
questioning her about something, perhaps, I imagined, our visit to Dr.
Loeb. What did it mean?

There was no use and it was too risky to follow them. Kennedy turned and
we made our way uptown to the laboratory, where he plunged at once into
an examination of the blood specimens he had taken from the Moretons
and of the peculiar porcelain cone which he had picked up in the rubbish
pile between the two houses.

Having emptied the specimens of blood in several little shallow glass
receptacles which he covered with black paper and some very sensitive
films, he turned his attention to the cone. I noted that he was very
particular in his examination of it, apparently being very careful to
separate whatever it was he was looking for on the insi