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A large man in a huge fur coat jumped out and
the next moment strode into the room. He needed no introduction,
for we recognised at once J. Perry Spencer, one of the foremost of
American financiers and a trustee of the university.
With that characteristic directness which I have always thought
accounted in large measure for his success, he wasted scarcely a
word in coming straight to the object of his visit. "Professor
Kennedy," he began, chewing his cigar and gazing about with
evident interest at the apparatus Craig had collected in his
warfare of science with crime, "I have dropped in here as a matter
of patriotism. I want you to preserve to America those
masterpieces of art and literature which I have collected all over
the world during many years. They are the objects of one of the
most curious pieces of vandalism of which I have ever heard.
Professor Kennedy," he concluded earnestly, "could I ask you to
call on Dr. Hugo Lith, the curator of my private museum, as soon
as you can possibly find it convenient?"
"Most assuredly, Mr.


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