Strange phone call

"Not a spot," said Harper disgustedly. "There's millions of finger marks here, but they're all blanks. It looks to me as though Valmon Dain always worked in rubber gloves."

   "Now that's dammed odd," said Delbury in a puzzled voice.

 "Look! The dead man is wearing rubber gloves."

 They gaze at the rubber shod hands and racked their brains to elucidate the new point of conjecture.

 "What do you make of it, Mick?" he asked helplessly.

 "Never saw such a case for red herrings in all my life," declared the Irishman helpfully. "Everything's right and everything's wrong-----and nothing's right at all, bedad."

 Delbury wasn't listening to him. His eyes were fixed in a rigid stare at a point in the wall five feet above the chemical bench.. 

 "Look----What's that?" he queried in a strained voice. "Up there in the wall---look."

 Harper was about to jump up on the bench and investigate wh

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