"Friends of your uncle's—friends of mine—of yours."
"What do they want?" she demanded falteringly.
The lawyer grew red in the face. He was at a loss to answer frankly her very direct question. Stuttering and stammering, he said:
"To—er—just to—er——" Not knowing what to say, he introduced the doctors: "Professor Bodley, of Michigan, State Psychopathic expert—also Professor of Psychotherapy, Ann Arbor—Miss Marsh."
Professor Bodley bowed pompously.
Mr. Cooley continued the presentations:
"Dr. McMutrie, the eminent expert pathologist, psychologist, and alienist—Examiner New York State institutions, etc., etc., etc., Miss Paula Marsh—my client's niece. I need not introduce Dr. Zacharie—your family physician."
"He is not my family physician," interrupted Paula, with quiet dignity.
"Not now perhaps," said Cooley soothingly. "But he was—er—now—er— I'm sorry Mr. Ricaby isn't here to explain more fully the object——"