Do you mind telling
me what you propose to do? Of course, it won't be anything--abrupt--"
"Oh no; and I don't mind telling you what has occurred to me. If this is
a true case, as you say, and I've no question but it is, the writer will
be on confidential terms with her pastor as well as her doctor and I
propose asking her to get him to certify, in any sort of general terms,
to her identity. I will treat the matter delicately--Or, if you prefer
to write to her yourself--"
"Oh no, it's much better for you to do it; you can do it
authoritatively."
"Yes, and if she isn't the real thing, but merely a woman journalist
trying to work us for a 'story' in her Sunday edition, we shall hear no
more from her."
"I don't see anything to object to in your plan," Verrian said, upon
reflection. "She certainly can't complain of our being cautious."
"No, and she won't. I shall have to refer the matter to the house--"
"Oh, will you?"
"Why, certainly! I couldn't take a step like that without the approval
of the house."
"No," Verrian assented, and he made a note of the writer's address from
the letter. Then, after a moment spent in looking hard at the letter, he
gave it back to the editor and went abruptly away.
He had proof, the next morning, that the editor had acted promptly, at
least so far as regarded the house.
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