e Inspector took a piece of paper from his pocket. They all waited
breathlessly.

"Had to drag this out of the boys, bit by bit," the Inspector proceeded,
"but boiled down and put into reasonable language, this is what it comes
to. The man was of medium height, rather thin, pale, and dressed in black
clothes. He had what they call anxious eyes, and after running a short
distance he put his hand to his heart, as though out of breath. One of the
boys thought his nose was a little hooked, and they both remarked upon the
fact that although he shouted after them, he used no swear words, but
simply tried to induce them to stop. This description suggest anything to
you, gentlemen?"

"Craig," Lenora said firmly.

"It is a very accurate description of Craig," Sanford Quest agreed.

The Professor looked troubled, also a little perplexed. He said nothing,
however.

"Under these circumstances," the Inspector continued, "I have had the
house watched, and I propose that we now search it systematically. It is
very possible that something may transpire to help us. Of course, my men
went through it roughly when we brought Miss Lenora away, but that wasn't
anything of a search to count, if the place really has become a haunt of
criminals."

"What about the ownership of the house?" Quest asked, as he took up his
hat.

The Inspector nodded approvingly.

"I am making a few enquiries in that direction," he announced. "I expect
to have something to report very shortly."

The Professor stood drawing on his gloves. The vague look of trouble still
lingered in his face.

"Tell me again," he begged, "the name of the avenue in which this
residence is situated?"

"Gayson Avenue," the inspector replied. "It's a bit out of the way, but
it's not a bad neighbourhood."

The Professor repeated the address to himself softly. For a moment he
stood quite still. His manner showed signs of growing anxiety. He seemed
to be trying to remember something.

"The name," he admitted finally, as they moved towards the door, "suggests
to me, I must confess--We are going to see the house, Inspector?"

"We are on our way there now, sir--that is, if the young ladies are
willing?" he added, glancing at Laura.

"We've been waiting here with our hats on for the last half-hour," Laura
replied promptly. "You've stretched your ten minutes out some, Mr.
French."

The Inspector manoeuvred to let the others pass on, and descended the
stairs by Laura's side.