"You haven't told me yet," he added, as I rose to go, "whether you've heard anything more from Miss Lawrence. To-day's tragedy has so far outdone yesterday's that I nearly forgot to ask you." "I believe she's out in mid-ocean now," I said, and related briefly the incident of the telegram and of Burr Curtiss's starting in pursuit. "He'll meet her at Liverpool," I concluded, "and they can fight out their battle there." "Yes," he nodded. "God grant they find it not too bitter." * * * * * Godfrey was awaiting me at the hotel, and I told him in detail of Dr. Schuyler's revelation, pointing out at the same time--not without some obvious exultation--how, at a breath, it overthrew his elaborately developed theory. "Well, we're all liable to make mistakes at times," he said good-humouredly. "Now that we're on the right track, I don't think there'll be much difficulty in working the whole thing out." "Dr. Schuyler hopes you'll be able to, and so do I--though I don't see just how you're going to do it." "Oh, I think I'll be able to do it--you see, we've got a starting-point now. But I'll have to go to New York. Won't you come along?" I was tempted. "How long will it take?" I asked. "Not over three or four hours. You ought to get to bed by midnight, and you can come down in the morning for the inquest." I saw that he wanted me; the temptation was too strong to be resisted. * * * * * An hour later we were in the office of the Bloomingsdale asylum. "It was about twenty years ago that Miss Kingdon was admitted," said Godfrey to the chief physician, whose interest he had enlisted, and who had been busy getting out the records, "and she remained here about a year before she was discharged as cured." "There oughtn't to be any trouble finding it," said the chief. "In fact, there ought to be a voluminous record of a case like that. Let me see--Kingdon--Kingdon," and he ran his finger down an index. "No, I don't see it--this covers five years." "Perhaps she was registered under another name," I suggested. "Yes, that's very likely," Godfrey admitted. "May I see the record, doctor? Perhaps I'll be able to pick her out. Cases that stay here that length of time aren't very common, are they?" "No; they're rather exceptional; besides, twenty years ago, we hadn't so many as we have to-day." Godfrey was examining the index. "If there's no other way, we can sift out the cases which answer in a general way to the one we want, and investigate all of them. But I hope that won't be necessary. Let me see--F--G--H----" "There was an inquiry the other day about a case which was a good deal like yours--only that was for an Italian woman--a Harriet Parello." Godfrey's lips were twitching and his finger trembled a little as he ran it down the column of names, but when he spoke, his tone was the most casual.