The Dream Doctor
ours, Professor Kennedy," announced the managing editor of the St
d in the litter on the top of his desk, he
ader who asks, 'Is this Professor Craig Kennedy really all that you say he i
d tipped bac
a newspaper, it means something. I might reply, in this case, that he is as real as scien
g himself momentarily loose from t
ow your friend Kennedy. Start in right now, on the first, and cross-section out of his life just one month, an average month. Take thi
ay and I knew that the interview wa
nything as ambitious as this assignment, for a whole month. At first i
it. We did so during those hours when he was not at his laboratory at the Chemistry Building on the University campu
untranslated treatises on the new psychology from the pen of the emin
t I proposed to do. He listened without comment and I
in my mind an idea that has long been latent. Why, Craig," I went on, "that is exactly what you want-to show people how th
ne tinkled
sion on my desk, which he had placed there as a precaution so that
indicate to me that, at least,
the coroner. Can you
l-right
Craig, hanging up the receive
. In the balmy sunshine the convalescing patients were sitting on benches or slowl
were conducted by an orderly to a
?" asked Craig, as
Price Maitland, the broker, you know, was picked up on the street an
impatiently for us. "Wh
sor Ke
ded half-sheet of typewriting and searched Craig's
Maitland's outside coa
ateless
st Ma
ess. I cannot bear to think that I am the cause, so I am going simply to drop out of your life. I cannot live with you, and
tracted
IC
und himself suffering from some incurable disease and
d up suddenly
was a suicide?" a
y note scrawled on a sheet of paper in trembling pen or pencil, that is what th
Maitland was conscious almost up to the last moment, and yet the hospital doct
refused to ta
r intoxication instead of sending him immediately to the hospital, it would have made no difference. The doctors simply c
h excited by the case
roner. "Perhaps the policeman was not really at fault at first for arresting him, but
peak, to write, but couldn't. A frothy saliva dribbled from his mouth, but he could not frame a word. He was paralyse
as he proceeded. Dr. Leslie paused aga
did not faint. She is not of the fainting kind. It was what she said that impressed everyone. 'I knew it-I knew it,' she cried. She had dropped on her knees by the side of the bed. 'I felt it. Only the other night I had the horrible dream. I saw him in a terrific struggle. I could not see what it was-it seemed to be an invisible thing. I
. Leslie at least was
u done since?
veryone I could find a
ng over a she
over them as they lay s
see the body," h
oom, awaiting Dr. Leslie's
lood. But no. We have tested for everything we can think of. In fact there seems to be no trace of a drug present. It is inexplicable. If Maitland really committed suicide, he must have taken SOMETHING-and as fa
aised one of the lifeless
autopsy shows nothing, it doesn't pro
rk. Dr. Leslie regarded it with pursed-up lips as t
n't clot. The fact of the matter is that the autopsical research revealed absolutely nothing but a general disorganisation of the blood-corpuscles, a most peculiar thing, but one the significance of which n
any progress in this case, we must look elsewhere than to an autopsy. There is no clue beyon
he coroner, glancing up a
ay of verifying a case of cobra poisoning except by the s
r, aghast at the thought of a poison
n by a snake?" I blurte
es for various medicinal purposes. Then, too, it would be easy to use it. A scratch on the hand in the passing crowd,
scientific murder and the meagreness of
nated Craig, before we had really gras
ach any importance to a dream?" I a
shoulders, but I could see
this letter out to
answered
say to do so. I sha
waiting. "We must see Mrs. Maitland first," said Kenned
d, in a large old-fashioned brown
us in as far as the library, where we sat for a moment looking
rooms. A moment later he was bending quietly over the typewriter in the corner, running off a series of characters on a sheet of paper. A so
seemed to be of anything but a hysterical nature, it was quite evident that her nervousness was due to much more than the shock of the recent tragic event, great as that must have
" began Kennedy. "We have called because the authorities are
e, at least. "Not a suicide?" she repeat
"Do you wish to speak to him? He begged to say that
to him-in my room,
a trace of well-concealed conf
out a word or look he completed his work at the typewriter
er Mrs. Maitland
med Kennedy, "he sp
Really I-I oughtn't to be-questioned in this way-
s were getting unstrung
ed. "But now-you must realise-it i
ou know of?" asked Kennedy, determi
ne that wou
d no quarre
ed. Oh, Price-why did
r. Kennedy bowed, and we withdrew silently. He had learned on
here's an Arnold Masterson," he considered. Then turning the pages he went on, "Now we must find this Dr. Ross. Th
oss proved to be a man whose very face and manner were magnetic, as
death of Price Maitland?" began Kennedy w
go." It was evident t
I believe, is a
y's manner was not to be mollified by anything short of a show of confidence, he added: "She came to me seve
asked Kennedy, "wa
h some reticence, "had called on me thi
tice anythi
ch worried," Dr. Ro
de note from his pocke
ave heard of thi
reticence to outward appearance gone, "Maitland seemed to have something on his mind. He came inquiring as to the real cause of his wife's nervousness. Befo
lking so freely, now, in contras
t?" shot out Kennedy quic
ly as if carefully weighing every word, "belongs to a large and growing class of women in whom, to speak frankly, sex seems to be suppressed. S
sing the second that I, at least, jumped to the conclusion that Maitland might have b
d cobra venom in any of your m
led in his ch
blood diseases, one of the most recently discovered and used par
use it
direction. I used it not long ago, once, though. I have a patient
sterson?"
id you kno
f he knew much more than he cared to tell. "H
hout being urged. "Ordinarily," he explained confidentially, "professional ethics seals
l woman she suppresses nature. But nature does and will assert herself, we believe. Often you will find an intellectual woman attracted unreasonably to a purely physical man-I mean, speaking generally, not in particular cas
osely. When he talked so, h
ddenly changed into a serpent. I may say that I had asked her to make a record of her dreams, as well as other data, which I thought might be of use in the study and treatment of her nervous tr
rompted
admitted, had a half-
Maste
ly shifting suspicion
hat reminds me again. I wonder if you coul
se me; I'll g
dy began prowling around quietly. In the waiting
ple of every character. Then he reached into drawer of the desk a
d Dr. Ross, as he returned. "You are as well acquainted as I am
nk you very much
ding in the
n the case?" the doctor asked. "It complicates, as y
do so," replied Kenn
nted bachelor apartment in a fashionable hot
y, as a slim, debonair, youngish-old man en
iled. "To what am I ind
rios with which he had made the room
nsiderably," remarked Kennedy, a
only a few weeks," Masterson replied, a
n, might be able to shed some light on the rather peculiar case of
I
Maitland a long tim
to school
ngaged, wer
t Kennedy in ill-c
t was a secret-only between us two
he engagement?"
ike your nerve, sir." Masterson frowned, then added: "I prefer not to talk of that. There are
jection to making a statement regarding your trip abroad and your recent ret
908, disgusted with everything in ge
o that I can get it straight?" asked K
ou a pen or
e it; it will take only a minute
bell. A young man a
his: 'I left New York i
ris, Vienna, and Rome.
s ago, when I returned
rv
secretary handed to him. "Thank you. I trust you won't consider it an impertinenc
or that reason, although he does not know it yet. I most strenuously obj
ion in trying to learn of the mental
e was anything I could do for her immediately, just as I would have done in the old days-only then, of course, I should have gone to her directly. The reason I did not go, but teleph
suavity masked a final de