“No, no! Don’t drop me. I will. I promise. Only, please tell me what is the matter with me.”
Dr. Strong, smiling inwardly, recalled the diagnosis he had announced to the Clydes, but did not repeat it.
“Nothing,” he said.
“But I know there must be. I have such strange symptoms. You can’t imagine.”
Fumbling in her hand-bag she produced a very elegant little notebook with a gold pencil attached. Dr. Strong looked at it with fascinated but ominous eyes.
“I’ve jotted down some of the symptoms here,” she continued, “just as they occurred. You see, here’s Thursday. That was a heart attack—”
“Let me see that book.”
She handed it to him. He carefully took the gold pencil from its socket and returned it to her.
“Now, is there anything in this but symptoms? Any addresses that you want to keep?”
“Only one: the address of a freckle and blemish remover.”