As we bent over eagerly we could indeed now see what the thing was doing.  It was reproducing faithfully in New York what could be seen by the mortal eye only in Chicago.

“What is it?” asked Williams, still half incredulous in spite of the testimony of his eyes.

“It is a photograph which I think may aid us in deciding whether it is Dawson or Brown who is responsible for the forgeries,” answered Kennedy, “and it may help us to penetrate the man’s disguise yet, before he escapes to South America or wherever he plans to go.”

“You’ll have to hurry,” interposed Carroll, nervously looking at his watch.  “She sails in an hour and a half and it is a long ride over to the pier even with a fast car.”

“The print is almost ready,” repeated Kennedy calmly.  “By the way, it is a photograph which was taken at Atlantic City a few days ago for a booklet which the Lorraine was getting out.  The By-Products forger happened to get in it and he bribed the photographer to give him the plate and take another picture for the booklet which would leave him out.  The plate was sent to a little office in Chicago, discovered by the post-office inspectors, where the forged stock certificates were sold.  I understood from what Clark told me over the telephone before he started to transmit the picture that the woman in it looked very much like Adele DeMott.  Let us see.”

The machine had ceased to revolve.  Craig stripped a still wet photograph off the telelectrograph instrument and stood regarding it with intense satisfaction.  Outside, the car which had been engaged to hurry us over to Brooklyn waited.  “Morphine fiends,” said Kennedy as he fanned the print to dry it, “are the most unreliable sort of people.  They cover their tracks with almost diabolical cunning.  In fact they seem to enjoy it.  For instance, the crimes committed by morphinists are usually against property and character and based upon selfishness, not brutal crimes such as alcohol and other drugs induce.  Kleptomania, forgery, swindling, are among the most common.

“Then, too, one of the most marked phases of morphinism is the pleasure its victims take in concealing their motives and conduct.  They have a mania for leading a double life, and enjoy the deception and mask which they draw about themselves.  Persons under the influence of the drug have less power to resist physical and mental impressions and they easily succumb to temptations and suggestions from others.  Morphine stands unequalled as a perverter of the moral sense.  It creates a person whom the father of lies must recognise as kindred to himself.  I know of a case where a judge charged a jury that the prisoner, a morphine addict, was mentally irresponsible for that reason.  The judge knew what he was talking about.  It subsequently developed that he had been a secret morphine fiend himself for years.”

“Come, come,” broke in Carroll impatiently, “we’re wasting time.  The ship sails in an hour and unless you want to go down the bay on a tug you’ve got to catch Dawson now or never.  The morphine business explains, but it does not excuse.  Come on, the car is waiting.  How long do you think it will take us to get over to—–­”