Kennedy was regarding the doctor keenly as he proceeded. Dr.
Leslie paused again to emphasise what he was about to say.

"Here is another strange thing. It may or may not be of
importance, but it is strange, nevertheless. Before Maitland died
they sent for his wife. He was still conscious when she reached
the hospital, could recognise her, seemed to want to speak, but
could neither talk nor move. It was pathetic. She was grief-
stricken, of course. But she did not faint. She is not of the
fainting kind. It was what she said that impressed everyone. 'I
knew it--I knew it,' she cried. She had dropped on her knees by
the side of the bed. 'I felt it. Only the other night I had the
horrible dream. I saw him in a terrific struggle. I could not see
what it was--it seemed to be an invisible thing. I ran to him--
then the scene shifted. I saw a funeral procession, and in the
casket I could see through the wood--his face--oh, it was a
warning! It has come true. I feared it, even though I knew it was
only a dream. Often I have had the dream of that funeral
procession and always I saw the same face, his face. Oh, it is
horrible--terrible!'"

It was evident that Dr. Leslie at least was impressed by the
dream.

"What have you done since?" asked Craig.

"I have turned loose everyone I could find available," replied Dr.
Leslie, handing over a sheaf of reports.

Kennedy glanced keenly over them as they lay spread out on the