Lionel drove us back to the station in the car alone. Nothing of importance was said by any of us until we had almost reached the station.
"I can see," he said finally, "that you don't feel sure that it is a cancer house."
Kennedy said nothing.
"Well," he pursued, "I don't know anything about it, of course. But I do know this much—those doctors are making a good thing out of father and the rest of us."
The car had pulled up. "I've got no use for Loeb," the young man went on. "Still, I'd rather not that we had trouble with him. I'll tell you," he added in a burst of confidence, "he has a little girl who works for him, his secretary, Miss Golder. She comes from Norwood. I should hate to have anything happen to queer her. People used to think Goode was engaged to her before he took that office next to us and got ambitious. Father placed her with Dr. Loeb. If it's necessary to do anything with him, I wish you'd think whether she couldn't be kept out of it in some way."
"I'll try to do it," agreed Craig, as we shook hands and climbed on the early afternoon train back to the city.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE QUACK DOCTORS
Kennedy's first move was to go downtown to the old building opposite the City Hall and visit the post-office inspectors.