The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-12-27

doctor of his own attending him
DR.. Lyndon. whom know by name
and report?"
wassaware of that, DR.. Bunthorne,
though did not mention it to you for
fear professional etiquette, Of which
you doctors make a divinity, should
prevent your going. The truth is, I'm
afraid, DR.. Bunthorne, what am go
ing to say will be held as contiden-
tial?"
Certainly! At the same time you
know, my dear Endsrby, medical men
make it a rule never to hear anything
to each others Disadvantage"
More of your etiquette!" cried En-
derby. "Well, I'm not going to say
anything against your brother-profes-
sional; I'm simply going to ask your
advice"
Very briefly he told how he had first
met Jasmine Lloyd, and then repeated
the incident of his last visit. and Jas
mines statement about the strange at
lacks to which her father had tw.ca
succumbed.
DR.. Bunthorne listened in silence,
and when Paul ceased, he asked:
DO you happen to have this bottle
of medicine with your"
Enderby produced it from an inner
pocket, and laid it on DR.. Bunthorne's
table. 1t was largish bottle, with the
label on which 'Hypophosphates" was
Drinted still 11non If
The doctor lifted it and looked at it
critically. There was very small
quantity Of light-colored fluid at the
bottom. The doctor uncorked it. and
applied his nose to the mouth.
Seems all right" he said critically.
However, you leave it with me, and
shall have it analysed by my own ana
lytical chemist. don't half like the
business, mind you; still. as you have
applied to me. feel bound to satisfy
you SO far. But, you know, thing is
absurd. DR.. -. the man we speak
of. has the highest reputation?"
What should you say Mr.. Lloyd
was suffering from?" Enderby inter-
rupted.
"Well-ahem!-one hardly cares to
say from first examination. 1t looks
rather like an epileptic attack from
your description. He seemed all right
when I saw him, only his mind was
wandering a bit; he evidently did not
know who or what was"
"And yet when I spoke to him a few
days ago he was perfectly sensible.
and as sane as you or l." said Ender-
by. do attacks Of this kind you
speak of not affect the mind perma-
nently."
Usually" answered the doctor dry
~. But, OF course, there are cases of
periodical insanity. l should say this
is one"
AS Paul Enderby walked slowly
away from the doctors West End
house, he asked himself if perhaps he
had been too hasty in forming his con-
clusions? Had his instructive dislike
Of DR.. Lyndon misled him? If David
Lloyd and the man Gerard were one
and the same personals he felt sure
they were-was it not very likely that
Sir Henry Lennox's account was the
correct one, and that the crime of five
years ago had been committed in a fit
of temporary mental alteration?
He was very busy after that for a
day or two. A brief had been put into
his hands. and he had to be a good
deal with his solicitor.
He was glad to be occupied lust
then. 1t kept him from thinking of
Cecil Lennox, as he imagined he
should do had he much leisure. He
had been in love with her-of that he
had no doubt, and he had lost her for
ever. 1t was natural Ia should feel
such blow deeply.
And yet, when leisure did come, the
singular thing was that it was not
Cecil Lennox's face which came up in
Enderby's mind and haunted him so
persistently. 1t was the soft, delicate
face, half-child's, half-woman's, of
Jasmine Lloyd.
Towards the end of the week he
made up his mind to go and see them.
He was turning round the corner
which led to Burden Mansions when a
closed carriage drove rapidly past him.
Something in the turnout seemed
familiar to Enderby. He glanced at it,
and as it rolled past him he caught a
glimpse of the inmate-Sir Henry Len
nox. leaning back on his cushions, his
hands idly crossed on his knees, his
eyes upon them, his face CHASTITY pale!
Could he have been seeing David
Lloyd? The thought flashed through
Enderby's mind, only to be dismissed
Instantly. But he hurried on towards
the block of dull gray buildings, and in
few minutes found himself before
the Lloyds' door.
But just as he was about to knock
there was sound of hurried steps in
side, the door flew open, and Jasmine,
pale and breathless, almost fell into
Enderby's arms.
ooh, Mr.. Enderby! Oh, thank God!
My father-my dear father! I think
he is dying!"
'No, no, my child; not that-not so
bad as that" said Enderby soothingly.
He took her hand-it was trembling.
and she herself was shaking from head
to foot-and drawing her gently with
in the house, closed the door.
Jasmine was not crying, but her
breath was coming in short, pitiful
gasps, and there was look of such
terrible fear and grief in her dark eyes
as tsuehed Enderby strangely. feeling
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