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It was early the next morning, about half an hour after the time set for the release of the passengers, that our laboratory door was flung open and Collette Aux Cayes rushed in, wildly excited.

“What’s the matter?” asked Kennedy anxiously.

“Someone has been trying to keep me on the boat,” she panted. “And all the way over here a man has been following me.”

Kennedy looked at her a minute calmly. We could understand why she might have been shadowed, though it must have been a bungling job of Burke’s operative. But who could have wanted her kept on the boat?

“I don’t know,” she replied, in answer to Kennedy’s question. “But somehow I was the only one not told that we could go. And when I did go, one of the Secret Service men stopped me.”

“Are you sure it was a Secret Service man?”

“He said he was.”

“Yes, but if he had been, he would not have done that, nor let you get away, if he had. Can’t you imagine anyone who might want you detained longer?”

She looked at us, half frightened. “N–not unless it is that man–or the woman with him,” she replied, clasping her hands.

“You mean Castine?”

“Yes,” she replied, avoiding the use of his name. “Ever since you had the body removed, he has been in great fear. I have heard him ask fifty times, ‘Where have they taken him?’ and ‘Is he to be embalmed?'”

“That’s strange,” remarked Kennedy. “Why that anxiety from him? I remember that it was he who wanted the body left alone. Is it for fear that we might discover something which might be covered up?”

Kennedy disappeared into the anteroom and I heard him making a great fuss as he regulated the various pieces of machinery that surrounded the little chamber.

Some minutes later, he emerged.

“Meet us here in an hour,” he directed Collette, “with your guardian.”

Quickly Craig telephoned for a tank of oxygen to be sent over to the laboratory, then got Burke on the wire and asked him to meet us down at the dock.

We arrived first and Craig hurried into the lumber-room, where fortunately he found everything undisturbed. He tore off the strip of paper from the drum and held it up. On it was a series of marks, which looked like dots and dashes, of a peculiar kind, along a sort of base line. Carefully he ran his eye over the strip. Then he shoved it into his pocket in great excitement.

“Hello,” greeted Burke, as he came up puffing from the hurried trip over from the Customs House, where his office was. “What’s doing now?”

“A great deal, I think,” returned Kennedy. “Can you locate Castine and that woman and come up to the laboratory–right away?”

“I can put my finger on them in five minutes and be there in half an hour,” he returned, not pausing to inquire further, for, like me, Burke had learned that Kennedy could not be hurried in any of his revelations.

Together, Craig and I returned to the laboratory to find that Collette Aux Cayes was already there with her guardian, as solicitous as ever for her comfort and breathing fire and slaughter against the miscreants who had tried to detain her, without his knowledge.

Some minutes later Castine and “Madame” Castine arrived. At sight of Collette she seemed both defiant and restless, as though sensing trouble, I thought. Few words were spoken now by anyone, as Burke and I completed the party.

“Will you be so kind as to step into the little anteroom with me?” invited Craig, holding open the door for us.

We entered and he followed; then, as he led the way, stopped before a little glass window in the compartment which I have described. Collette was next to me. I could feel the tenseness of her senses as she gazed through the window at the body on the shelf-like pallet inside.