Still, my curiosity was so great that if there had
been an opportunity I certainly should have tried out his plan on
all the cars in the Fletcher garage.
Kennedy would say nothing more, and we ate our luncheon in
silence. Fletcher, who had decided to lunch with the Greenes,
called Kennedy up on the telephone to tell him it would be all
right for him to call on Miss Bond later in the afternoon.
"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.
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