pointer of the chronoscope which, at the mention of her father's best and oldest friend in that way, Margaret was unable to stop. One full second it swung, two, three, four, five, six—
The young assistant in psychology picked up his papers and arose. He went to the door and called in the nurse from the next room. "That is all, gentlemen," he said. "Shall we go down to the study?"
"Well, Trant?" President Joslyn demanded impatiently, as the four filed into the room below, which had been Dr. Lawrie's. "You act as if you had discovered some clew. What is it?"
Trant was closing the door carefully, when a surprised exclamation made him turn.
"Cora!" Mr. Branower exclaimed; "you here? Oh! You came to see poor Margaret!"
"I couldn't stay home thinking of you torturing her so this morning!" The beautiful woman swept their faces with a glance of anxious inquiry.
"I told Cora last night something about our test, Joslyn," Branower explained, leading his wife toward the door. "You can go up to Margaret now, my dear."
She seemed to resist. Trant fixed his eyes upon her, speculatively.
"I see no reason for sending Mrs. Branower away if she wishes to stay and hear with us the results of our test which Dr. Reiland is about to give us." Trant turned to the old professor and handed him the sheets upon which he had written his record.
"Now, Dr. Reiland, please! Will you explain to us what these tell you?"
