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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"The Dream Doctor"

Meanwhile, he was gradually turning the
handle of the crank attached to the oblong box. He seemed so
engrossed in the delicateness of the operation that we did not
question him, in fact did not move. For Andrews, at least, it was
enough to know that he had succeeded in enlisting Kennedy's
services.
Well along toward morning it was before Kennedy had concluded his
tests, whatever they were, and had packed away his paraphernalia.
"I'm afraid it will take me two or three days to get at this
evidence, even now," he remarked, impatient at even the
limitations science put on his activity. We had started back for a
quick run to the city and rest. "But, anyhow, it will give us a
chance to do some investigating along other lines."
Early the next day, in spite of the late session of the night
before, Kennedy started me with him on a second visit to Woodbine.
This time he was armed with a letter of introduction from Andrews
to Mrs. Phelps.
She proved to be a young woman of most extraordinary grace and
beauty, with a superb carriage such as only years of closest
training under the best dancers of the world could give.


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