The Professor was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed upon the disjointed and unfinished sentences.
“Well—yes. There is something,” was his answer. “That statement that something exists in ‘the whole prophecy of Ezekiel.’ What is that something?”
“Is it what Doctor Diamond suspects it to be, do you think?”
“I can form no definite conclusion until I have investigated the whole,” was the great scholar’s response. “But I would, at this point, withdraw my own light remarks of half an hour ago. There may be something of interest in it, but what the picturesque story is all leading up to I cannot quite imagine.”
“To a secret—to the solution of a great and undreamed-of mystery!” declared Frank excitedly.
“The last few lines of this scrap before me certainly leads towards that supposition,” was the answer of Gwen Griffin’s father.
“Then you do not altogether negative Diamond’s theory that there is here, if we can only supply the context, the key to the greatest secret this world has ever known!”
“Ah! that is saying a good deal,” was the reply. “Let me continue the investigation of this wonderful document which the dying man was so anxious to destroy.”
And by the sphinx-like expression upon the old man’s face it was apparent that he had already gathered more information than he was willing to admit.
The truth was that the theory he had already formed within his own mind held him bewildered. His thin fingers trembled as he touched the dried, crinkled folio.