"I am not sure I mean anything at all. Olive has sense enough for a dozen, and Brenton is a married man, with a vampire for a wife."
Reed cut in with a question, which showed plainly to Dolph how little he cared to discuss Dolph's fears concerning Olive.
"Does anybody hear anything from the wife?"
"I don't, thank heaven!" Dolph assured him piously. "I did hear my sister-in-law explaining to a visitor that Mrs. Brenton was very busy in Boston. How she knew it; or whether she made it up for conversational purposes, I don't know. Neither do I know how long it takes to get one's self into commission as a healer. Doesn't Brenton ever say anything about her?"
"Not to me. Of course, it's not a subject where I like to be asking questions; and I suppose, for the same reason, he hates to open it up, himself."
"Naturally." Dolph's tone was dry. "Reed, who killed that baby?"
Opdyke raised his brows.
"I'm not the medical examiner, Dennison; I'm not obliged to say what I think about it," he returned.
Dolph sat up and faced his friend.
"I am, then. Opdyke, if it hadn't been a case of his own rector's family, Doctor Keltridge would have carried the matter to the courts."