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"Likely some lecture on science that Professor Minton attended," Ryan
replied. "It won't help much."
Hook walked back to the table, looked at the glass vial, then his eyes shifted a
little. Suddenly he kneeled down, turned the body of the dead professor over and
examined his back.
The examination over, he turned to Ryan and said:
"You said that bowling wasn't going to help in this case. You'd be
surprised to know bowling is going to help. A great game like bowling always helps
chief. You should know that by now."
Ryan reddened, and he grunted: "What are you talking about?"
"I think I can explain better in several hours," Hook McGuire answered. "I'm
going over to the State college auditorium."
He walked out of the laboratory, jumped into the car in which he and the chief
had ridden out to the house, and drove away.
It was a little after nine when Hook arrived at the college auditorium. An
entertainment was about to start there. The manager of the auditorium was in his
office.
Hook McGuire stalked in, tossed the stub of the ticket on his desk, and said:
"Tell me what kind of entertainment took place here last night."
"Last night?" the manager said. "Why, there was a lecture on the relation of
science to the industrial development of the country. Not a very interesting
lecture for the public, but most of the faculty attended.
"Did Professor Minton attend?" Hook demanded.
The manager hesitated, and then said. "I am sure he wasn't here. If he were, I
am certain that I would have remembered. It would have been a great honor."
"Let me talk to your ushers," Hook said.
"The ushers can't give much information about who sat in any specific seat,"
the manager replied, "but I'll call them."
Hook spent twenty minutes in questioning five ushers. He didn't get much
specific information from them, but when he dismissed them, he had three names
written down on a piece of paper.
"What do you know about these three men whose names I have?" Hook asked
the manager. "All three of them are professors, and all three sat somewhere near
the seat number of that stub."
The manager looked at the first two names, and said: "Those men are well
known and well liked members of the faculty."
"And this third name?" Hook McGuire questioned.
"Professor Hendrick," the manager said. "He's a newcomer, a refugee. Rather
a strange chap, and not very well liked because he is always mysterious. Seemed
to like Professor Minton, because he was often with him and at his home."
"Thanks," Hook said, and walked out of the office.

The silky darkness behind the bungalow occupied by Professor Hendrick
covered Hook McGuire's body like a blanket of black, as he approached the rear of
the small structure.
There was a light in a side room. The shade was down, but a man's shadow
was silhouetted against it. It moved back and forth in grotesque shape.
Hook approached the window, stopped within several yards of it. The man in
the room continued to move back and forth behind the shade, as if he were pacing
the floor nervously. A second form appeared for a moment on the shade, and