"Don't stop," persisted Kennedy. "Once we quarreled over one of
his clients who was suing for a divorce. I thought he was devoting
too much time and attention to her. While there might not have
been anything wrong, still I was afraid. In my anger and anxiety I
accused him. He retorted by slamming the door, and I did not see
him for two or three days. I realized my nervous condition, and
one day a mutual friend of ours introduced me to Doctor Burr and
advised me to take a rest-cure at his sanatorium. By this time
Roger and I were on speaking-terms again. But the death of the
baby and the quarrel left me still as nervous as before. He seemed
anxious to have me do something, and so I came here."

"Do you remember anything that happened after that?" asked Craig,
for the first time asking a mildly leading question.

"Yes; I recall everything that happened when I came here," she
went on. "Roger came up with me to complete the necessary
arrangements. We were met at the station by Doctor Burr and this
woman who has since been my nurse and companion. On the way up
from the station to the sanatorium Doctor Burr was very
considerate of me, and I noticed that my husband seemed interested
in Miss Giles and the care she was to take of me."

Kennedy flashed a glance at me from a note-book in which he was
apparently busily engaged in jotting down her answers. I did not
know just what interpretation to put on it, but surmised that it
meant that he had struck what the new psychologists call a
"complex," in the entrance of Miss Giles into the case.