I hung up the receiver with an air of satisfaction. At least now I would get an explanation of the woman's queer story.
"I'll clear this thing up," I said confidently. "My friend, Craig
Kennedy, the scientific detective is coming out here."
"Good! That fellow who attacked me ought to be shown up. All women may not be as fortunate as I."
We waited patiently. Her story certainly was remarkable. She remembered every detail up to a certain point—and then, as she said, all was blankness.
The bell rang and the woman hastened to the door admitting Kennedy.
"Hello, Walter," he greeted.
"This is certainly a most remarkable case, Craig," I said, introducing him, and telling briefly what I had learned.
"And you actually mean to say that a kiss had the effect—" Just then the telephone interrupted.
"Yes," she reasserted quickly. "Excuse me a second."
She answered the call. "Oh—why—yes, he's here. Do you want to speak to him? Mr. Jameson, it's the Star."