They're the kind of eyes that I'd go
wild over if I were a man. So I'm not blaming Doctor. He can't help
it.
"She came into the office today, just like an ordinary patient. But
I knew right off that she'd come for some-thing. Don't know yet what
she came for. She doesn't give herself away, that one! Didn't seem
to look around, didn't ask questions and only stayed a few minutes.
Do you suppose she could have come to see me? Because, if she did--
Well, that shows where her interest is.
"Another odd thing--as she went out, I saw her husband. (I'll tell
you, in strict confidence, that her husband is Professor Spence.
They are well known people here. He used to be a sort of recluse. A
queer chap. Deep as a judge.) Well, I saw him pass, on the opposite
side of the road. He saw her and was just going to call, when it
seemed to strike him where she had come from. I couldn't see very
well across the road, but he looked as if someone had hit him. And
he went on without saying a word. Now that looked queer to me.
"Don't write and say that I'm only guessing at things. I may be
mistaken, of course, but I know I'm not. And I'm not a Pharisee (or
whoever it was that threw stones). If she cares for Doctor, I
suppose she can't help it. Some people think her husband handsome
but I don't. He's too thin and he has the oddest little smile. It
slips out and slips in like a mouse. When Dr. John smiles, he smiles
all over.
"Well, I'll wait a week or so to make sure.
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