Willoughby cut short by his not finding his wife at home followed.
Then there seemed to have been nothing more until after dinner. It
was a call by Mr. Willoughby himself that now interested us.
"Hello! hello! Is that you, Dr. Guthrie? Well, Doctor, this is Mr.
Willoughby talking. I'd like to make an appointment for my wife
to-morrow."
"Why, what's the trouble, Mr. Willoughby? Nothing serious, I
hope."
"Oh, no, I guess not. But then I want to be sure, and I guess you
can fix her up all right. She complains of not being able to sleep
and has been having pretty bad headaches now and then."
"Is that so? Well, that's too bad. These women and their
headaches--even as a doctor they puzzle me. They often go away as
suddenly as they come. However, it will do no harm to see me."
"And then she complains of noises in her ears, seems to hear
things, though as far as I can make out, there is nothing--at
least nothing that I hear."
"Um-m, hallucinations in hearing, I suppose. Any dizziness?"
"Why, yes, a little once in a while.
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