ou think I shall have any
difficulty?"

"Not at all," replied Mr. Andrews, "not at all. I will go with you
myself and see that you have none. Say, Professor Kennedy," he broke
out, "that was marvellous. I never dreamed such a thing was possible.
But don't you think you could have learned something more up there in
the office by looking around?"

"I did learn it," answered Kennedy. "The lock on the door was
intact--whoever did the job let himself in by a key. There is no other
way to get in."

Andrews gave a low whistle and glanced involuntarily up at the window
with the sign of Morowitch & Co. in gold letters several floors above.

"Don't look up. I think that was Kahan looking out at us," he said,
fixing his eyes on his cigar. "I wonder if he knows more about this than
he has told! He was the 'company,' you know, but his interest in the
business was only very slight. By George--"

"Not too fast, Mr. Andrews," interrupted Craig. "We have still to see
Mrs. Morowitch and the doctor before we form any theories."

"A very handsome woman, too," said Andrews, as we seated ourselves
in the car: "A good deal younger than Morowitch. Say, Kahan isn't a
bad-looking chap, either, is he? I hear he was a very frequent visitor
at his partner's house. Well, which first, Mrs. M. or the doctor?"

"The house," answered Craig.

Mr. Andrews introduced us to Mrs. Morowitch, who was in very deep
mourning, which served, as I could not help noticing, rather to heighten
than lessen her beauty. By contrast it brought out the rich deep colour
of her face and the graceful lines of her figure. She was altogether a
very attractive young widow.

She seemed to have a sort of fear of Andrews, whether merely because he
represented the insurance company on which so much depended or because
there were other reasons for fear, I could not, of course, make out.
Andrews was very courteous and polite, yet I caught myself asking if it
was not a professional rather than a personal politeness. Remembering
his stress on the fact that she was alone with her husband when he
died, it suddenly flashed across my mind that somewhere I had read of
a detective who, as his net was being woven about a victim, always grew
more and more ominously polite toward the victim. I know that Andrews
suspected her of a close connection with the case. As for myself, I
don't know what I suspected as yet.

No objection was offered to our request to examine Mr. Morowitch's
per