"
"How is she now?"
"Well, she's been into town this afternoon and is pretty tired,
but she says she feels a little better for the excitement of the
trip."
"Well, let me see. I've got to come down Woodridge Avenue to see a
patient in a few minutes anyhow. Suppose I just drop off at your
place?"
"That will be fine. You don't think it is anything serious, do
you, Doctor?"
"Oh, no. Probably it's her nerves. Perhaps a little rest would do
her good. We'll see."
The telegraphone stopped, and that seemed to be the last
conversation recorded. So far we had learned nothing very
startling, I thought, and was just a little disappointed. Kennedy
seemed well satisfied, however.
Our own telephone rang, and it proved to be Donnelly on the wire.
He had been trying to get Kennedy all day, in order to report that
at various times his men at Trimble's had observed Mrs. Willoughby
and later Annie Grayson looking with much interest at the
Kimberley Queen, and other jewels in the exhibit. There was
nothing more to report.
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