Craig greeted her as reassuringly as he could, but as she sat
nervously before us, I could see that she was in reality pale,
worn, and anxious.
"We have had a rather hard day," began Kennedy after the usual
polite inquiries about her own and her husband's health had been,
I thought, a little prolonged by him.
"Indeed?" she asked. "Have you come any closer to the truth?"
Kennedy met her eyes, and she turned away.
"Yes, Mr. Jameson and I have put in the better part of the day in
going from one institution for the insane to another."
He paused. The startled look on her face told as plainly as words
that his remark had struck home.
Without giving her a chance to reply, or to think of a verbal
means of escape, Craig hurried on with an account of what we had
done, saying nothing about the original letter which had started
us on the search for Thornton, but leaving it to be inferred by
her that he knew much more than he cared to tell.
"In short, Mrs. Pitts," he concluded firmly, "I do not need to
tell you that I already know much about the matter which you are
concealing.
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