“Certainly. The doctor attends Mr. De Gex and his family. I first met him in London, about a year ago. Mr. De Gex holds him in very high esteem.”
“Ah! Then you know the doctor.”
“Of course. When he was in London he several times came to our house in Fitzjohn’s Avenue.”
“And your husband knows him?” I asked, looking her straight in the face. “Please tell me the truth,” I urged.
“No. Jack has never met him—not to my knowledge.”
I was silent for a few seconds. I had established a fact which I had all along suspected.
“Then he called in the daytime, when your husband was in the City—eh?”
“Yes.”
“Now tell me, did you ever have any strange illness after Doctor Moroni had called?” I inquired very seriously.
“Illness? Why, no! Why do you ask such a curious question?”