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He fought with the ghouls, yet apparently, in the darkness, he did not discover their identity. The struggle was bitter, but they were two to one. Dana was bitten by one of them. Here are the marks of teeth teeth of a woman." Anginette Phelps was sobbing convulsively. She had risen and was facing Doctor Forden with outstretched hands. "Tell them!" she cried wildly.
I fancied I could see Anginette Phelps give a little shudder at the prospect of looking into the very interior of a human body. But she was pale with the fascination of it. Neither Forden nor the nurse looked to the right or to the left. Dana Phelps was open-eyed with wonder. "In one X-ray photograph, or even in several," continued Kennedy, "it is difficult to discover slight motions.
Kennedy was seeking his information in a manner and tone that would cause as little offence as possible "Oh, no," she hastened. "No, never absolutely." "You called in Dr. Forden the last night?" "Yes, he had been Montague's physician many years ago, you know." "I see," remarked Kennedy, who was thrusting about aimlessly to get her off her guard.
"I shall be ready in a moment," he excused himself, still bending over his Bunsen flame. "By the way, Mr. Phelps, if you will permit me." He had detached a wad of the softened material. Phelps, taken by surprise, allowed him to make an impression of his teeth, almost before he realised what Kennedy was doing. The precedent set, so to speak, Kennedy approached Doctor Forden.
Phelps and the nurse found him sinking even deeper into the comatose state, I was summoned again. He was beyond hope then. I did everything I could, but he died a few moments after I arrived." "Did you try artificial respiration?" asked Kennedy. "N-no," replied Forden. "I telephoned here for my respirator, but by the time it arrived at the house it was too late.
Nothing had been omitted while he was still struggling with the spark of life. When that went out what was the use?" "You were his personal physician?" "Yes." "Had you ever noticed that he took any drug?" Doctor Forden shot a quick glance at Kennedy. "Of course not. He was not a drug fiend." "I didn't mean that he was addicted to any drug.
There seemed to be little use in pursuing the inquiry, so we excused ourselves, much, I thought, to her relief. We found Doctor Forden, who lived on the same street as the Phelpses several squares away, most fortunately at home. Forden was an extremely interesting man, as is, indeed, the rule with physicians.
"The deuce!" exclaimed Andrews, "the policy is incontestible!" As he turned to us in disgust, his eyes fell on Anginette Phelps, sobered down by the terrible tragedy and nearly a physical wreck from real grief. "Still," he added hastily, "we'll pay without a protest." She did not even hear him. It seemed that the butterfly in her was crushed, as Dr. Forden and Miss Tracy gently led her away.
Craig shook his head sententiously. Evidently he not prepared yet to talk. With another look at the body in the broken casket he remarked: "To-morrow I want to call on Mrs. Phelps and Doctor Forden, and, if it is possible to find him, Dana Phelps.
"By the way, you know there is a great deal of gossip about the almost perfect state of preservation of the body, Mrs. Phelps. I see it was not embalmed." She bit her lip and looked at Kennedy sharply. "Why, why do you and Mr. Andrews worry me? Can't you see Doctor Forden?" In her annoyance I fancied that there was a surprising lack of sorrow. She seemed preoccupied.
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