over:
"The child was sweet and good as an angel, and she changed into a devil!"
I promised to keep him apprised of any discoveries I might make, and shortly after our conversation I
was visited by the young physician who had attended Hortense Darnley. Doctor Y, as I shall call him,
had nothing to add to the medical aspect other than what I already knew, but his talk suggested the first
practical line of approach toward the problem.
His office, he said, was in the apartment house which had been Hortense Darnley's home. He had been
working late, and had been summoned to her apartment about ten o'clock by the woman's maid, a
colored girl. He had found the patient lying upon her bed, and had at once been struck by the expression
of terror on her face and the extraordinary limpness of her body. He described her as blonde,