strenuously object to being the subject of--what shall I call it?-
-his mental vivisection."

"Do you think he oversteps his position in trying to learn of the
mental life of his patients?" queried Craig.

"I would rather say nothing further on that, either," replied
Masterson. "I was talking over the wire to Mrs. Maitland a few
moments ago, giving her my condolences and asking if there 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 telephoned, was because
this Ross seems to have put some ridiculous notions into her head
about me. Now, look here; I don't want to discuss this. I've told
you more than I intended, anyway."

Masterson had risen. His suavity masked a final determination to
say no more.




II

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