"Who told you he was a hypnotic subject?"
Her hopes revived once more. Quickly she said:
"Dr. Bernstein. Besides, Howard told me so himself. A friend of his at college used to make him cut all sorts of capers."
"A friend at college, eh? Do you remember his name?"
"Howard knows it."
"Um!" ejaculated the lawyer. He took up a pad and wrote a memorandum on it. Then aloud he said: "I'd like to have a little talk with Dr. Bernstein. I think I'll ask him to come and see me. Let me see. His address is——"
"342 Madison Avenue," she exclaimed eagerly.
The lawyer jotted the address down, and then he looked up.
"So you think I'm afraid of Mr. Jeffries, do you?"
She smiled.