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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Black Box"


"How the blazes did you guess that?" the Inspector demanded.
"I'm not kidding," Quest assured him. "I've got a phototelesme at work
here. I've seen the bone all right. French, this is interesting. I must
think it over."
Quest hung up the receiver and rang off. Then he turned towards his two
assistants.
"Another finger from the Professor's skeleton," he announced, "has been
found just outside his grounds. What do you suppose that means?"
"Craig," Lenora declared confidently.
"Craig on your life," Laura echoed. "Say, Mr. Quest, I've got an idea."
Quest nodded.
"Get right ahead with it."
"Didn't the butler at Mrs. Rheinholdt's say that Craig belonged to a
servants' club up town? I know the place well. Let me go and see if I
can't join and pick up a little information about the man. He must have a
night out sometimes. Let's find out what he does. How's that?"
"Capital!" Quest agreed. "Get along, Laura. And you, Lenora," he added,
"put on your hat. We'll take a ride towards Mayton Avenue."

2.
The exact spot where the bone of the missing skeleton was discovered, was
easily located. It was about twenty yards from a gate which led into the
back part of the Professor's grounds. The neighbourhood was dreary in the
extreme. There were half-finished houses, little piles of building
materials, heaps of stones, a watchman's shed, and all the dreary
paraphernalia of an abandoned building enterprise. Quest wasted very
little time before arriving at a decision.


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