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Ross to learn her secrets as well as to
secure the subtle poison of the cobra. That man, perhaps, merely
brushed against Price Maitland in the crowd, enough to scratch his
hand with the needle, shove the false note into his pocket--
anything to win the woman who he knew loved him, and whom he could
win. Masterson, you are that man!"
The next half hour was crowded kaleidoscopically with events--the
call by Dr. Leslie for the police, the departure of the Coroner
with Masterson in custody, and the efforts of Dr. Ross to calm his
now almost hysterical patient, Mrs. Maitland.
Then a calm seemed to settle down over the old laboratory which
had so often been the scene of such events, tense with human
interest. I could scarcely conceal my amazement, as I watched
Kennedy quietly restoring to their places the pieces of apparatus
he had used.
"What's the matter?" he asked, catching my eye as he paused with
the tintometer in his hand.
"Why," I exclaimed, "that's a fine way to start a month! Here's
just one day gone and you've caught your man.


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