responsible for them. But the peril is evidently still acute. The danger remains, and I need not ask you to recognize it."
Inspector Frith answered him, and proved more human than Sir Walter expected. He was an educated man of high standing in his business.
"We'll waste no time," he said. "Perhaps it is as well you are convinced, Sir Walter, that these things have happened inside natural laws, and don't depend on beings in some unknown fourth dimension. That is your affair, and I am very sure, as you say, that you can give good reasons for what you did at a future inquiry, though the results are so shocking. Poor Peter was taken back to London last night, you tell us, according to directions. If he's in the same case as this unfortunate gentleman, then there's not much doubt about his being dead. We must begin at the beginning, though for us, naturally, Hardcastle's operations and their failure are the most interesting facts to be dealt with. You have told us everything that happened to him. But we have not heard who found him."
"My nephew, Henry Lennox."
"He found Captain May, too?"
"He did. He was the last to see him alive, and the first to see him afterwards."
"Is he here?"
"He will be here in the course of the day. He travelled to London last night with the body of Mr. Hardcastle."
"Why?"
