V
Gregory rang the doctor’s bell. Minnie came to the door.
“Is the doctor in?”
“Which doctor?”
“No, certainly not—I mean—either of them.”
He saw Doctor David.
“Have a chair?” said the doctor.
“Have you a photograph of your nephew?” asked Gregory.
“Here is one taken in Chicago.”
“Was he there at the time?”
“Where did you think he was? Overseas?”
“Well, it looks kind of half-seas-over.”
“Why did you want to see it?”
“Oh, I thought maybe it would add to the confusion.”
Dr. David’s right hand was fumbling in the desk-drawer beside him. He found what he sought. Stealthily he drew it forth. Gregory caught the glitter of reflected light——
(To be continued.)