“No, it’s a nuisance,” laughed the reporter. “I see so many things I don’t want to see. I see that people are wearing clothes that are not made for them. I see when women are lying to me. I can see when men are on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and whether it is drink or debt or morphine--” The doctor snorted triumphantly. “You did not see that the widow was on the verge of a breakdown!” “No,” returned the reporter. “Is she? I’m sorry.” “If you’re sorry,” urged the doctor eagerly, “you’ll help her. She is going to London alone to find her husband. He has disappeared. She thinks that he has been murdered, or that he is lying ill in some hospital. I told her if any one could help her to find him you could. I had to say something. She’s very ill.” “To find her husband in London?” repeated Ford. “London is a large town.” “She has photographs of him and she knows where he spends his time,” pleaded the doctor. “He is a company promoter. It should be easy for you.” “Maybe he doesn’t want her to find him,” said Ford. “Then it wouldn’t be so easy for me.” The old doctor sighed heavily. “I know,” he murmured. “I thought of that, too. And she is so very pretty.” “That was another thing I noticed,” said Ford. The doctor gave no heed. “She must stop worrying,” he exclaimed, “or she will have a mental collapse. I have tried sedatives, but they don’t touch her. I want to give her courage. She is frightened. She’s left a baby boy at home, and she’s fearful that something will happen to him, and she’s frightened at being at sea, frightened at being alone in London; it’s pitiful.” The old man shook his head. “Pitiful! Will you talk to her now?” he asked. “Nonsense!” exclaimed Ford. “She doesn’t want to tell the story of her life to strange young men.” “But it was she suggested it,” cried the doctor. “She asked me if you were Austin Ford, the great detective.” Ford snorted scornfully. “She did not!” he protested. His tone was that of a man who hopes to be contradicted. “But she did,” insisted the doctor, “and I told her your specialty was tracing persons. Her face lightened at once; it gave her hope. She will listen to you. Speak very gently and kindly and confidently. Say you are sure you can find him.” “Where is the lady now?” asked Ford. Doctor Sparrow scrambled eagerly to his feet. “She cannot leave her cabin,” he answered.