"And I may bring over the apparatus I once described to you to
determine just what her nervous condition is?" he asked.
Apparently the answer was yes, for Kennedy hung up the receiver
with a satisfied, "Good-bye."

"Walter, I want you to come along with me this afternoon as my
assistant. Remember I'm now Dr. Kennedy, the nerve specialist,
and you are Dr. Jameson, my colleague, and we are to be in
consultation on a most important case."

"Do you think that's fair?" I asked hotly, "to take that girl off
her guard, to insinuate yourself into her confidence as a medical
adviser, and worm out of her some kind of fact incriminating
someone? I suppose that's your plan, and I don't like the ethics,
or rather the lack of ethics, of the thing."

"Now think a minute, Walter. Perhaps I am wrong; I don't know.
Certainly I feel that the end will justify the means. I have an
idea that I can get from Miss Bond the only clue that I need, one
that will lead straight to the criminal. Who knows? I have a
suspicion that the thing I'm going to do is the highest form of
your so-called ethics. If what Fletcher tells us is true that
girl is going insane over this thing. Why should she be so
shocked over the death of an uncle she did not live with? I tell
you she knows something about this case that it is necessary for
us to know, too. If she doesn't tell someone, it will eat her
mind out. I'll add a dinner to the box of cigars we have already
bet on this case that what I'm going to do is for the best--for
her best."