“Only since her marriage,” replied the doctor briefly.
“She hadn’t been feeling well for several days, had she?” ventured Kennedy again.
“No,” replied Dr. Jermyn quickly. “I doubt whether I can add much to what you already know. I suppose Mr. Waldon has told you about her illness. The fact is, I suppose her maid Juanita will be able to tell you really more than I can.”
I could not help feeling that Dr. Jermyn showed a great deal of reluctance in talking.
“You have been with her several days, though, haven’t you?”
“Four days, I think. She was complaining of feeling nervous and telegraphed me to come down here. I came prepared to stay over night, but Mr. Edwards happened to run down that day, too, and he asked me if I wouldn’t remain longer. My practice in the summer is such that I can easily leave it with my assistant in the city, so I agreed. Really, that is about all I can say. I don’t know yet what was the matter with Mrs. Edwards, aside from the nervousness which seemed to be of some time standing.”
He stood facing us, thoughtfully stroking his chin, as a very pretty and petite maid nervously entered and stood facing us in the doorway.
“Come in, Juanita,” encouraged Edwards. “I want you to tell these gentlemen just what you told me about discovering that Madame had gone—and anything else that you may recall now.”
“It was Juanita who discovered that Madame was gone, you know,” put in Waldon.
“How did you discover it?” prompted Craig.