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A hasty excursion into the basement netted us nothing. The place
was deserted.
We could only wait. With parting instructions to Brixton in the
use of the detectaphone we said good night, were met by a watchman
and escorted as far as the lodge safely.
Only one remark did Kennedy make as we settled ourselves for the
long ride in the accommodation train to the city. "That warning
means that we have two people to protect--both Brixton and his
daughter."
Speculate as I might, I could find no answer to the mystery, nor
to the question, which was also unsolved, as to the queer malady
of Brixton himself, which his physician diagnosed as jaundice.


VI
THE DETECTAPHONE

Far after midnight though it had been when we had at last turned
in at our apartment, Kennedy was up even earlier than usual in the
morning. I found him engrossed in work at the laboratory.
"Just in time to see whether I'm right in my guess about the
illness of Brixton," he remarked, scarcely looking up at me.
He had taken a flask with a rubber stopper.


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