bout.

Kennedy did not seem to be so much interested in quizzing Castine just
yet, now that he had seen him, as he was in passing the time profitably
for a few minutes. He looked at his watch, snapped it back into his
pocket, and walked deliberately into the cabin again.

There he drew back the cover over Leon's face, bent over it, raised the
lids of the eyes, and gazed into them.

Collette, who had been standing near him, watching every motion, drew
back with an exclamation of horror and surprise.

"The voodoo sign is on him!" she cried. "It must be that!"

Almost in panic she fled, dragging her guardian with her.

I, too, looked. The man's eyes were actually green, now. What did it
mean?

"Burke," remarked Kennedy decisively, "I shall take the responsibility
of having the body transferred to my laboratory where I can observe it.
I'll leave you to attend to the formalities with the coroner. Then I
want you to get in touch with Forsythe & Co. Watch them without letting
them know you are doing so--and watch their visitors, particularly."

A private ambulance was called and, with much wagging of heads and
tongues, the body of Leon was carried on a stretcher, covered by a
sheet, down the gangplank and placed in it. We followed closely in a
taxicab, across the bridge and uptown.

For some days, I may say, Kennedy had been at work in his laboratory in
a little anteroom, where he was installing some new apparatus for which
he had received an appropriation from the trustees of the University.

It was a very complicated affair, one part of which seemed to be a
veritable room within the room. Into this chamber, as it were, he now
directed the men to carry Leon's body and lay it on a sort of bed or
pallet that was let down from the side wall of the compartment.

I had been quite mystified by the apparatus which Kennedy had set up,
but had had no opportunity to discuss it with him and he had been so
busy installing it that he had not taken time, often, for meals. In
fact, the only way I knew that he had finished was that when Burke had
called he had seemed interested in the call.

Outside the small chamber I have spoken of, in the room itself, were
several large pieces of machinery, huge cylinders with wheels and belts,
run by electric motors. No sooner had the body been placed in the little
chamber and the door carefully closed than Kennedy threw a switch,
setting the apparatus in motion.

"How could Leon have been