Chapter XII.—The Kidnapping of the ProfessorFor nearly a fortnight a watch had been kept upon the house of Dr. Fergus in Trumpington road, Cambridge, and the doctor's young wife, radiant in the possession of her first baby, would have gone sick with terror had she but read the thoughts of the pale-faced and shabby-looking man, from whom, one day, she purchased a pair of boot-laces at the back door.
The man did not appear to her to be possessed of much intelligence, but for all that he was as sharp as a weasel and nothing of any moment escaped his eyes.
He noted that quite a pile of dead leaves had drifted up against the garage door, suggesting to him that it had not been opened for some time, that there were no wheel-marks of any car upon the drive, and that there was no kennel in the ya
