THE SECOND SECTION Jeremy got up and began to walk around the room. Father Muir sat in a sort of stupor, quietly; he had heard nothing, I felt sure, for his eyes were fixed on an intangible far beyond the range of our vision. Mr. Drury Lane blinked, and said slowly: “How do you know, Patience, that Dr. Fawcett has received another section of chest?” So I recounted the story of my adventure that evening. “How clearly did you see it on Dr. Fawcett’s desk?” “It was in my direct line of vision, not fifteen feet away.” “Did it look the same as the piece we found on Senator Fawcett’s desk?” “No, I’m sure it didn’t. It was open at both sides.” “Ha! The middle section, then,” he muttered. “Did you see if there were letters on its face, my dear, comparable to the HE on Senator Fawcett’s section?” “I do seem to recall seeing lettering of some sort on the face, Mr. Lane, but I was too far away to make it out.” “Too bad.” He mused, his old body quiet. Then he leaned forward and patted my shoulder.
