Outside we were joined by Doctor Leslie.
"What do you think of it?" he asked.
"A most peculiar tangle, to say the least," remarked Kennedy. "Just consider it. Here are two couples—Wilford and Honora, Doctor Lathrop and his wife, Vina. We may suspect, from what you found at the office, something in the relations of Wilford and Vina. As to the doctor and Honora—we don't know. Then, into the case seems to have entered a fifth person, Vance Shattuck. Really, Leslie, I cannot say anything now. It seems as though it might be quite complicated. I shall have to visit them, talk with them, find out. You and Doyle will keep me informed?"
"Certainly. And I will let you have the materials for your tests as soon as possible."
As we left the apartment, Kennedy appeared preoccupied.
"Those dreams were peculiar," he remarked, slowly, almost to himself.
I glanced at him quickly.
"You don't mean to say that you attach any importance to dreams?" I remarked.
Kennedy merely shrugged.
But I knew from his actions that he did.