A glance into Mrs. Sandow’s room showed that she had taken flight. The apartment was in confusion. Clothing was scattered about, as though she had hastily packed what she could, and gone off. “This is too bad!” exclaimed Mr. Boise. “I depended on making her confess, before she saw her husband. She has probably joined him.” “And taken a lot of my money with her,” added the physician. “I only hope they did not disturb my valuable books. I must look and see.” A hasty search convinced him that his precious volumes were undisturbed in the library. “I wonder where she has gone to?” mused the lawyer. “I would like to find her.” Tom, who was in the front hall, uttered an exclamation as he picked up a scrap of yellow paper. “Here’s part of a telegram,” he said. “So it is. Perhaps Sandow telegraphed for her to meet him. Can you make out any words on it, Tom?” “There are parts of some words, and two complete ones. It reads: ‘--eet me at Park--’ and then comes a tear.” “See if we can’t find the other pieces,” suggested the doctor. “She probably tore it up, and scattered them about.” But a close search failed to reveal anything more. The remainder of the telegram appeared to be destroyed. “Let’s use a little detective ability, and see if we can’t guess what the entire telegram was,” suggested Mr. Boise. “This is about the middle part of a telegraph blank,” said Tom. “How do you know?” asked the doctor. “I can tell from the printing on the back. I once worked as a messenger boy for a few weeks.” “That’s one point,” remarked Mr. Boise. “If this is the middle part of the message, there must have been several words before these, and some after them. Probably the first part told Mrs. Sandow that everything was discovered. Then came this sentence ‘Meet me at Park--’; but what park is there around here?” “None where they would be likely to meet,” replied Tom, who knew that part of Boston pretty well by this time. “I have it!” he exclaimed. “It isn’t a park. It’s Parker House. I saw Sandow there one night!” “That’s it! Why didn’t I think of that!” exclaimed Mr. Boise. “Tom, you’ll be a better lawyer than I am, if you keep on.” “Come on then!” said Dr. Spidderkins. “We must go to the Parker House and arrest them! They shan’t get away with my money if I can help it!” “We’d better hurry,” suggested Tom. “The Parker House is quite a ride from here.” “I have a better plan than that,” remarked the lawyer. “I’ll telephone to my office, and have Mr. Keen get a policeman and go to the Parker House. He can get there before we will, and he can cause the arrest of the couple.” “Good!” cried the doctor. “There’s a telephone in my house here, but I always forget to use it, and whenever I want anything I generally walk after it. Now it will come in handy.” Mr. Boise was soon in communication with Mr. Keen, and told him how to proceed.