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Doctor
Dohmler
waited
.
Mr
.
Warren
shook
his
head
,
blew
a
long
sigh
,
glanced
quickly
at
Doctor
Dohmler
and
then
at
the
floor
again
.
"
About
eight
months
ago
,
or
maybe
it
was
six
months
ago
or
maybe
ten
—
I
try
to
figure
but
I
can
’
t
remember
exactly
where
we
were
when
she
began
to
do
funny
things
—
crazy
things
.
Her
sister
was
the
first
one
to
say
anything
to
me
about
it
—
because
Nicole
was
always
the
same
to
me
,
"
he
added
rather
hastily
,
as
if
some
one
had
accused
him
of
being
to
blame
,
"
—
the
same
loving
little
girl
.
The
first
thing
was
about
a
valet
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
said
Doctor
Dohmler
,
nodding
his
venerable
head
,
as
if
,
like
Sherlock
Holmes
,
he
had
expected
a
valet
and
only
a
valet
to
be
introduced
at
this
point
.
"
I
had
a
valet
—
been
with
me
for
years
—
Swiss
,
by
the
way
.
"
He
looked
up
for
Doctor
Dohmler
’
s
patriotic
approval
.
"
And
she
got
some
crazy
idea
about
him
.
She
thought
he
was
making
up
to
her
—
of
course
,
at
the
time
I
believed
her
and
I
let
him
go
,
but
I
know
now
it
was
all
nonsense
.
"
"
What
did
she
claim
he
had
done
?
"
"
That
was
the
first
thing
—
the
doctors
couldn
’
t
pin
her
down
.
She
just
looked
at
them
as
if
they
ought
to
know
what
he
’
d
done
.
But
she
certainly
meant
he
’
d
made
some
kind
of
indecent
advances
to
her
—
she
didn
’
t
leave
us
in
any
doubt
of
that
.
"
"
I
see
.
"
"
Of
course
,
I
’
ve
read
about
women
getting
lonesome
and
thinking
there
’
s
a
man
under
the
bed
and
all
that
,
but
why
should
Nicole
get
such
an
idea
?
She
could
have
all
the
young
men
she
wanted
.
We
were
in
Lake
Forest
—
that
’
s
a
summer
place
near
Chicago
where
we
have
a
place
—
and
she
was
out
all
day
playing
golf
or
tennis
with
boys
.
And
some
of
them
pretty
gone
on
her
at
that
.
"
All
the
time
Warren
was
talking
to
the
dried
old
package
of
Doctor
Dohmler
,
one
section
of
the
latter
’
s
mind
kept
thinking
intermittently
of
Chicago
.
Once
in
his
youth
he
could
have
gone
to
Chicago
as
fellow
and
docent
at
the
university
,
and
perhaps
become
rich
there
and
owned
his
own
clinic
instead
of
being
only
a
minor
shareholder
in
a
clinic
.
But
when
he
had
thought
of
what
he
considered
his
own
thin
knowledge
spread
over
that
whole
area
,
over
all
those
wheat
fields
,
those
endless
prairies
,
he
had
decided
against
it
.
