The Doctor, still on his knees beside the corpse, lifted his head.

"What do you mean?"

"You took something, just then, out of Fleming's arm," exclaimed thedetective.

"I took nothing out of his arm," said the Doctor firmly.

Anderson's manner grew peremptory.

"I warn you not to obstruct the course of justice!" he exclaimed forcibly."Give it here!"

The Doctor rose slowly, dusting off his knees. His eyes tried tomeet Anderson's and failed. He produced a torn corner of white-print.

"Why, it's only a scrap of paper, nothing at all," he said evasively.

Anderson looked at him meaningly.

"Scraps of paper are sometimes very important," said with a sideglance at Dale.

Beresford approached the two angrily.

"Look here!" he burst out, "I've got a right to know about this skinnyg.I brought Fleming over here - and I want to know what happened to him!"