Cannot you get in to see me as a doctor or friend? I will leave
all to you after that.

Yours anxiously,

JANET (MRS. ROGER) CRANSTON.

"What do you make of it yourself?" I returned, handing back the
letter. "Are you going to take it up?" He slowly looked over the
letter again.

"Judging by the handwriting," he remarked, thoughtfully, "I should
say that the writer is laboring under keen excitement--though
there is no evidence of insanity on the face of it. Yes; I think
I'll take up the case."

"But how are you going to get in?" I asked. "They'll never admit
you willingly."

Kennedy pondered a minute. "I'll get in, all right," he said, at
length; "come on--I'm going to call on Roger Cranston first."

"Roger Cranston?" I repeated, dumfounded. "Why, he'll never help
you! Ten to one he's in on it."

"We'll have to take a chance," returned Kennedy, hurrying me out
of the laboratory.

Roger Cranston was a well-known lawyer and man about town. We