The professor in charge of the hospital sends a long report as to the unhappy disease from which he suffered.

As a matter of fact, he was poisoned." Nigel Kingley had been a soldier in his youth and he was a brave man.
Nevertheless, the horror of these things struck a cold chill to his heart.

He seemed suddenly to be looking into the faces of spectres, to hear the birth of the winds of destruction.
"That is all I have to say to you for the moment," his uncle concluded gravely.

"In an hour I shall have finished decoding this dispatch, and I propose then to take you into my entire confidence.

In the meantime, I want you to go and talk for a few minutes to the cleverest woman in England, the woman who, in the face of a whole army of policemen and detectives, crossed the North Sea yesterday afternoon with this in her pocket." "You don't mean Maggie ?" Nigel exclaimed eagerly.
His uncle nodded.
"You will find her in the boudoir," he said.