Got a place to write?
I want to make out my report." So Anthony led the grizzled fellow to the library and supplied him with what he wished.

The sergeant, saying good-bye, shook hands with a lingering grip.
"I knew John Woodbury," he said, "just by sight, but I'm here to tell the world that you've lost a father who was just about all man.

So long; I'll be seein' you again." Left alone, Anthony Bard went to the secret room.

The key fitted smoothly into the lock.

What the door opened upon was a little grey apartment with an arched ceiling, a place devoid of a single article of furniture save a straight-backed chair in the centre.