was he who introduced Close to Mrs. T.
They were both his clients. Lawrence had fought her case in the courts
when she sued old Tulkington for divorce, and a handsome settlement
he got for her, too. They say his fee ran up into the hundred
thousands--contingent, you know. I don't know what his game was"--here
he lowered his voice to a whisper "but they say Close owes him a good
deal of money. You can figure it out for yourself as you like. Now, I've
told you all I know. Come in again, Jameson, when you want some more
scandal, and remember me to the boys down on the Star."

The following day the maid visited Kennedy at his laboratory while I was
reporting to him on the result of my investigations.

She looked worn and haggard. She had spent a sleepless night and begged
that Kennedy would not ask her to repeat the experiment.

"I can promise you, Marie," he said, "that you will rest better
to-night. But you must spend one more night in Mrs. Close's room. By the
way, can you arrange for me to go through the room this morning when you
go back?"

Marie said she could, and an hour or so later Craig and I quietly
slipped into the Close residence under her guidance. He was carrying
something that looked like a miniature barrel, and I had another package
which he had given me, both carefully wrapped up. The butler eyed us
suspiciously, but Marie spoke a few words to him and I think showed him
Mrs. Close's note. Anyhow he said nothing.

Within the room that the unfortunate woman had occupied Kennedy took
the coverings off the packages. It was nothing but a portable electric
vacuum cleaner, which he quickly attached and set running. Up and down
the floor, around and under the bed he pushed the cleaner. He used
the various attachments to clean the curtains, the walls, and even the
furniture. Particularly did he pay attention to the base board on
the wall back of the bed. Then he carefully removed the dust from the
cleaner and sealed it up in a leaden box.

He was about to detach and pack up the cleaner when another idea seemed
to occur to him. "Might as well make a thorough job of it, Walter," he
said, adjusting the apparatus again. "I've cleaned everything but the
mattress and the brass bars behind the mattress on the bed. Now
I'll tackle them. I think we ought to go into the suction-cleaning
business--more money in it than in being a detective, I'll bet."

The cleaner was run over and under the mattress and along every cra