But we shall hear what he has to say presently."
"Oh, I know what he will say," growled Miller. "He will put the thing
under the microscope, and tell us who made the paper, and what the ink
is composed of, and then we shall be just where we were." The
superintendent was evidently deeply depressed.
We sat for some time pondering in silence on the vague sentences of the
Professor's translation, until, at length, Thorndyke reappeared, holding
the document in his hand. He laid it quietly on the table by the
officer, and then inquired:
"Is this an official consultation?"
"Certainly," replied Miller. "I was authorized to consult you respecting
the translation, but nothing was said about the original. Still, if you
want it for further study, I will get it for you."
"No, thank you," said Thorndyke. "I have finished with it. My theory
turned out to be correct."
"Your theory!" exclaimed the superintendent, eagerly. "Do you mean to
say--?"
"And, as you are consulting me officially, I may as well give you this."
He held out a sheet of paper, which the detective took from him and
began to read.
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