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The Dream Doctor

2. The Soul Analysis
The day was far advanced after this series of very unsatisfactory interviews. I looked at
Kennedy blankly. We seemed to have uncovered so little that was tangible that I was
much surprised to find that apparently he was well contented with what had happened in
the case so far.
"I shall be busy for a few hours in the laboratory, Walter," he remarked, as we parted at
the subway. "I think, if you have nothing better to do, that you might employ the time in
looking up some of the gossip about Mrs. Maitland and Masterson, to say nothing of Dr.
Ross," he emphasised. "Drop in after dinner."
There was not much that I could find. Of Mrs. Maitland there was practically nothing that
I already did not know from having seen her name in the papers. She was a leader in a
certain set which was devoting its activities to various social and moral propaganda.
Masterson's early escapades were notorious even in the younger smart set in which he
had moved, but his years abroad had mellowed the recollection of them. He had not
distinguished himself in any way since his return to set gossip afloat, nor had any tales of
his doings abroad filtered through to New York clubland. Dr. Ross, I found to my
surprise, was rather better known than I had supposed, both as a specialist and as a man
about town. He seemed to have risen rapidly in his profession as physician to the ills of
society's nerves.
I was amazed after dinner to find Kennedy doing nothing at all.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Have you struck a snag?"
"No," he replied slowly, "I was only waiting. I told them to be here between half-past
eight and nine."
"Who?" I queried.
"Dr. Leslie," he answered. "He has the authority to compel the attendance of Mrs.
Maitland, Dr. Ross, and Masterson."
The quickness with which he had worked out a case which was, to me, one of the most
inexplicable he had had for a long time, left me standing speechless.
One by one they dropped in during the next half-hour, and, as usual, it fell to me to
receive them and smooth over the rough edges which always obtruded at these little
enforced parties in the laboratory.
Dr. Leslie and Dr. Ross were the first to arrive. They had not come together, but had met
at the door. I fancied I saw a touch of professional jealousy in their manner, at least on
the part of Dr. Ross. Masterson came, as usual ignoring the seriousness of the matter and
 
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