On the way to the Wilford apartment, which was not very far away, Craig explained briefly what it was that he wanted me to do for him.
"You saw that list of words?" he asked.
"Yes, and the columns opposite."
"Precisely. I want you to write in them the answers that I get. You will understand as we go on. I'll hold this watch and note the time—and then we can put the two together, the answers and the reaction time."
It seemed simple enough and we chatted about other things connected with the case as we walked along to the apartment.
Honora Wilford showed some surprise at seeing us again, yet I fancied she was in a better mood than previously, since the obnoxious McCabe was no longer so much in evidence.
"What is it that I can do for you now?" she asked, rather abruptly, though her manner showed that her surprise was, after all, very mild.
Evidently Doyle had accustomed her to being quizzed and watched. It was not a pleasant situation, even to be watched and quizzed by Kennedy, yet she seemed to realize that he was making it as easy as possible.
"Just another little psychological experiment," Craig explained, trying to gloss it over. "I thought you wouldn't mind."
Honora looked at him a moment doubtfully.