Cranston after our visit. I took a seat at a table next them.

They were talking about Kennedy, and, during a lull in the music,
I overheard him asking her just what Craig had done.

"It was certainly very clever in him to play both you and Doctor
Burr the way he did. He told Doctor Burr that you had sent him,
and told you that Doctor Burr had sent him. By whom do you suppose
he really was sent?"

"Could it have been my wife?"

"It must have been, but how she did it is more than I can
imagine."

"How is she, anyway?" he asked.

"Sometimes she seems to be getting along finely, and then, other
days, I feel quite discouraged about her. Her case is very
obstinate."

"Perhaps I had better go out and see Burr," he considered. "It is
early in the evening. I'll drive you out in my car. I'll stay at
the sanatorium tonight, and then, perhaps, I'll know a little
better what we can do."

It was his tone rather than his words which gave me the impression
that he was more interested in being with Miss Giles than with
Mrs. Cranston. I wondered whether it was a plot of Cranston's and
Miss Giles's. Had he been posing before Kennedy, and were they