The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-05-23

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! We stood dismaycd at the horror
OF such scientific murderer and the
meagerness of the materials to work
on in tracing it out.
| THAT dream was indeed peculiar"
ruminated Craig. before we had real
ly grasped the import of his quick
revelation.
you don't mean to say that you
ATTACH. any importance to a dream?"
asked hurriedly, trying to follow
him.
Kennedy merely shrugged his
shoulders, but | could see plainly
enough that he did.
You haven't given this letter out
to the press" he asked.
Not yet" answered DR.. Leslie.
Then don't, until I say to do so.
| shall need to keep H."
| The cab in which We had come to
the hospital was still waiting. I'VE
; must see Mrs. Maitland first" said
Kennedy, as we left the nonplused
| coroner and his assistants.
| The Maitlands lived, VIC soon
found, in a large old-fashioned brown
stone house just off Fifth avenue.
kennedy's card with message that
it was very urgent brought us in as
far as the library, where we sat for
a moment looking around at the quiet
! refinement of a more than well-to-do
home.
On a desk at one end OF the long
room was a typewriter. Kennedy rose.
| There was not a sound of any one in
| either the hallway or the adjoining
rooms A moment later he was bend
ing quietly over the typewriter in the
corner, running off series of char
acters on a sheet of paper. A sound
OF a closing door upstairs, and he
quickly damned the paper into his
pocket. retracing his steps, and was
sitting quietly opposite me again.
Mrs. Maitland was tall, perfectly
formed woman OF battling age, but
with the impression of both youth
and maturity which was very fas-
cinating 1t may have been that / re-
called the words of the note. "Dr.
Ross has told me the nature of your
been suffering from some nervous
trouble.
There is no use prolonging our
introduction, Mrs. Maitland" began
Kennedy. I'VE have called because
the authorities are not yet fully con-
WINGED that Mr.. Maitland committed
suicide"
1t was evident that she had seen
the note at least Not sulcide? she
repeated, looking from one to the
other OF us.
Mr.. Masterson on the wire,
ma am" whispered maid. DO you
wish to speak to, him. He begged to
say that he did not wish to intrude,
but he felt that if there"
Eyes. | will talk to HMM my
ROOM" she interrupted.
| thought that there was just a
trace of well-concealed confusion, as
she excused herself
We rose. Kennedy did not resume
his seat Immediately. Without word
or look he completed his work at the
typewriter by abstracting several
blank sheets OF paper from the desk.
A few moments later Mrs. Maitland
returned, calrner.
in his note" resumed Kennedy,
"he spok: OF Dr. Ross and
oh" she cried. cant you see DR..
Ross about it? Really II oughtn't
to be-questioned in this way-not
now. SO soon after what I've had to
go through"
1t seemed that her nerves were get
ting unstrung again. Kennedy rose to
go
Later, come to sec me-" she plead
ed. But now-you must realize-it is
too much. | cannot talk cannot"
MIR. Maitland had no enemies that
YOU know of" asked Kennedy, de- |
termined to learn something, at least. I!
NO, no. None that would-do
that"
You had had no QUARREL" he add
ed.
"No-we never quarreled Oh, Price
why did you? How could YOU"
Her feelings were apparently rap
idlv getting the better of her. Ken
ncdy bowed and we withdrew silent
ly. He had learned one thing. She
believed or wanted others to believe
in tn, no.e.
At a public telephone, few mo-
ments later. Kennedy was running
Let me see-here's an Arnold Mas
t6GSOl, lie COnSlutl co. iHSll tulillIlS
the pages he went on. Now we must
find this DIR. Ross. There-Dr. Shell
don RoSS-spcSialist in nerve diseases
that must be the one. He lives only
a few blocks further uptown"
Handsome, well built, tall. dignihcd.
in fact distinguished, DR.. Ross proved
10 be man whose very face and man
ncr were magnetic, as should be those
of one who had chosen his branch of
the profession.
You have heard. | suppose, of the
strange death of Price Maitland" be-
gan Kennedy when we were seated in
the doctors Office.
Eyes. about an hour ago" 1t was
evident that he was studying us.
Mrs. Maitland. believe, is a pa
tent OF yours."
YES. Mrs. Maitland is one of my
patients" he admitted interrogative-
And Mr. Maitland" asked Ken
needy. was he patient. too"
Mr. Maitland" admitted the doc
tor with some reticencc. "had called
on me this morning, but no, he was
not patient"
did you notice anything unusual?"
"He seemed to be much worried"
Dr. Ross replied guardedly.
Kennedy took the suicide note
from his pocket and handed it to
him. n
al Suooo$p Won have heard of this ;"