ting anxiously for me. I promised to make inquiries all
over about her father, Lionel, and Dr. Goode, and, I think, the mere
fact that someone showed an interest in her cheered her up, especially
when I told her Kennedy was working hard on the case.

As I waited for the train that was to take me back to the city, the
train from New York pulled in. Imagine my surprise when I saw Miss
Golder step off nervously and hurry up the main street.

I watched her, debating what to do, whether to let Kennedy wait and
follow her, or not.

"Someone, they don't know who, bailed her out," I heard a voice whisper
in my ear.

I turned quickly. It was O'Hanlon. "She put up cash bail," he added
under his breath. "No one knows where she got it. I'm waiting until she
turns that corner--then I'm going to shadow her. I can't seem to find
anyone in this town just now. Perhaps she knows where Loeb is."

"If you get on the trail, will you wire me?" I asked. "Here's my train
now."

O'Hanlon promised, and as I swung on the step I caught a last glimpse of
him sauntering casually in the direction Miss Golder had taken.

I handed Kennedy the brushes I had obtained, but he gave me no
opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. Instead, he started me out again to
keep in touch with the progress made in the cases of the quacks,
particularly the search for Dr. Loeb, which seemed to interest him quite
as much as the bailing out of Miss Golder.

It was after dinner and I was preparing to follow the cases on into the
night court, if necessary, when one of O'Hanlon's assistants hurried up
to me.

"We've just had a wire from Mr. O'Hanlon," he cried excitedly, handing
me a telegram.

I read:

"Loeb captured Norwood. Darius Moreton hiding him in vacant
house outside town. Advise Kennedy."

I dashed for the nearest telephone and called up Craig.

"Fine, Walter," he shouted back. "I am ready. Meet me at the station and
wire O'Hanlon to wait there for us."

We made the journey to Norwood as impatiently as any two passengers on
the accommodation at that hour of night, Craig carrying his evidence in
the case in a little leather hand satchel.

Already, out at the old house, O'Hanlon had gathered the Moreton family,
Dr. Goode, who had turned up with the rest, Dr. Loeb, and Miss Golder.
Myra Moreton was even more agitated than she had been when I left her
during the afternoon. In fact the secrecy maintained by both her family
and Dr. Goode, to say