th bravado?" inquired Belle. "You see, that expedition down to Greenwich Village with Mr. Jameson has made me look on this case with a sort of proprietary interest." Kennedy smiled seriously.
"There, now," he nodded, "you're interviewing me." Belle smiled back in turn, taking the hint. "I'm sure you
'd be hard to interview, if you didn't want to be interviewed, Professor Kennedy," she said. "How did you find out where she had gone—really?" I asked. "Tell us. It might help—and you remem
ber what you said just a moment ago." Belle considered an instant.  "Well," she thought, "I don't know as it
would be violating any confidence, after all." Kennedy, always thoughtful, had gradually edged our way into a sort of alcove. "You see," she began, "first I tried to get at Doctor Lathrop
himself. But I guess you must have been there first. He was barricaded, so to speak. I posed as a patient, tried to thi
nk up all kinds of ailments I could, just to get in. But he had an assistant who interviewed every patient. I think thatI feel that the stuff I do has any real importance. Mo
fellow would make a medical detective. I thought I was clever, but he found me out and I was politely requested to step outre often people think I'm a prying pest, I imagine. Bu
side." I glanced at Kennedy. Evidently Lathrop did not intend to talk. Was it wholly natural reticence? "Then," resumed Belle to me, "t then without that eternal curiosity, who could write
I thought of our friend, Zona Dare. I remembered that she had been intimate with Vina Lathrop. Zona wouldn't say anything. But I didn't need that. From her I got the cue. I knew she was keeping
? Isn't that so?" she appealed to me. "
something from me, just knew it—woman's intuition, I guess. I knew that Zona lived here at the Sainte-Germaine." "But Mrs. Lathrop is alone," I ha
stened. "Surely. You wouldn't see them together. Trust Zona. She's too clever for that." Again I glanced at Kennedy without getting anything from the expression of his face. Was it a clue?
Did it mean anything, this immediate appeal by Vina for help from the Freudian interpreter of the Villa