Craig had already taken from his pocket a small case containing a hypodermic and some little gla.s.s tubes. There seemed to be no valid objection and from each of them he drew off a small quant.i.ty of blood.
As he worked, I thought I saw what he had in mind. Could there be, I wondered, an X-ray outfit or perhaps radium concealed about the living rooms of the house? First of all, it was necessary to verify Dr. Goode"s observations.
We chatted a few moments, then took leave of Myra Moreton.
"Keep up your courage," whispered Craig with a look that told her that he had seen the conflict between loyalty to her father and to her lover.
Lionel drove us back to the station in the car alone. Nothing of importance was said by any of us until we had almost reached the station.
"I can see," he said finally, "that you don"t feel sure that it is a cancer house."
Kennedy said nothing.
"Well," he pursued, "I don"t know anything about it, of course. But I do know this much--those doctors are making a good thing out of father and the rest of us."
The car had pulled up. "I"ve got no use for Loeb," the young man went on. "Still, I"d rather not that we had trouble with him. I"ll tell you,"
he added in a burst of confidence, "he has a little girl who works for him, his secretary, Miss Golder. She comes from Norwood. I should hate to have anything happen to queer her. People used to think Goode was engaged to her before he took that office next to us and got ambitious.
Father placed her with Dr. Loeb. If it"s necessary to do anything with him, I wish you"d think whether she couldn"t be kept out of it in some way."
"I"ll try to do it," agreed Craig, as we shook hands and climbed on the early afternoon train back to the city.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE QUACK DOCTORS
Kennedy"s first move was to go downtown to the old building opposite the City Hall and visit the post-office inspectors.
"I"ve heard of the government"s campaign against the medical quacks who are using the mails," he introduced when we at last found the proper inspector. "I wonder whether you know a Dr. Adam Loeb?"
"Loeb?" repeated the inspector, O"Hanlon, who was in charge of the investigation which was then in progress. "Of course we know Loeb--a very slippery customer, too, with just enough science at his command to make the case against him difficult.
"I suppose," went on O"Hanlon, "you know that in Europe the popular furore about radium and its applications appeared earlier than it did here. But now we have great numbers of dishonest and fake radium cure establishments. Usually they have neither radium nor knowledge. They promise a cure, but they can"t even palliate the trouble. Loeb has some radium, I guess, but that"s about all."
"I think I"d like to visit the "doctor" and his "medical museum,""
ventured Kennedy when O"Hanlon had finished describing the case to us.
"Very well," agreed O"Hanlon. "Our cases against the quacks are just about completed. I"ve heard a great deal about you, Mr. Kennedy. I think I may trust you."
The inspector paused. "Tomorrow," he added, looking at us significantly, "we have planned a simultaneous raid of all of them in the city.
However, there"s no objection to your seeing Dr. Loeb, if you"ll be careful to give no hint that something is about to be pulled off. I"m sure any new evidence we may get against him will be quite welcome."
"I"d like to see him in action before the raid," hastened Craig.
"Well, I think the best way, then, for you to get at him," advised the inspector, "would be to adopt the method my investigators use with these fakers. I mean for one or the other of you to pose as a prospective patient. Only don"t let him treat you too much with any of those electrical things of his."
Craig glanced over at me whimsically.
"Oh," I said good-humoredly, "I"ll be the goat, if that"s what you"re going to ask me."
Craig laughed.
"Come in tomorrow," called the inspector as we left. "I"d like to hear what happens and I may be able to add something to what you find out."
We found Dr. Loeb established in a palatial suite of offices in an ultra-modern office building. Outside was what he called his "medical museum." It was a grewsome collection of wax figures and colored charts well calculated to prepare one for the worst. At the end of the room was a huge sign bearing his name and the words, "Positive Cure for Cancer Without Cautery or the Knife."
There were no cappers or steerers about the place, though I have no doubt he had them working for him outside to bring in business. Instead, we were met by a very pretty, fluffy-haired girl, evidently the doctor"s secretary. She, I gathered, was the Miss Golder whom Lionel had mentioned. In fact, I felt that she was really much above the level of such a position.
Loeb"s office was elaborately equipped. There were static machines, electric coils, high frequency appliances, X-ray outfits, galvanic and faradic cabinets, electric light reflectors of high power, light bath cabinets, electric vibrators, high pressure nebulizers and ozonizers--everything, as Craig expressed it later, to impress the patient that Loeb could cure any disease the flesh was heir to. I know that it impressed me.
The doctor himself was a pompous man of middle age, with a very formidable beard and a deep voice that forbade contradiction.
"I"ve come to you on the recommendation of a patient of yours," began Craig, adding hastily, "not for myself, but for my friend here, whom I"m afraid isn"t very well."
The doctor eyed me through his gold-rimmed spectacles. Already I began to feel shaky.
"Who recommended you?" he asked casually.
"My friend, Mr. Darius Moreton of Norwood. I suppose you remember him?"
"Oh, very well, very well. A most peculiar case, that of the Moretons. I have succeeded in prolonging their lives beyond what anyone else could have done. But I fear that they haven"t all followed my treatment. You know, you must put yourself entirely in my hands, and there is a young doctor out there, I believe, whom they have also. That isn"t fair to me. I wonder whether you are acquainted with my methods of treatment?"
Kennedy shook his head negatively.
"Miss Golder," the doctor called, as the fluffy-haired secretary responded quickly, "will you give these gentlemen some of my booklets on the Loeb Method."
Miss Golder took from a cabinet several handsomely printed pamphlets extolling the skill and success of Dr. Loeb. Like everything else about him, no expense had been spared to impress the reader.
As Miss Golder left the office, Dr. Loeb began a rapid examination of me, using an X-ray machine. I am sure that if I had not received a surrept.i.tious encouraging nod from Craig now and then, I should have been ready to croak or cash in, according to whichever Dr. Loeb suggested--probably the latter, for I could not help thinking that a great deal of time was spent in mentally X-raying my pocketbook.
When he finished, the doctor shook his head gravely. Of course I was threatened. But the thing was only incipient. Still, if it were not attended to immediately it was only a question of a short time when I might be as badly, as the wax figures and charts outside. I had fortunately come just in time to be saved.
"I think that with the electrical treatment we can get rid of that malignant growth in a month," he promised, fixing a price for the treatment which I thought was pretty high, considering the brief time he had actually spent on me, and the slight cost of electric light and power.
I paid him ten dollars on deposit, and after a final consultation we left the doctor"s office. I was to return for a treatment in a couple of days.
We turned out of the entrance of the office building just as scores of employes were hurrying home. As we reached the door, I felt Kennedy grasp my arm. I swung around. There, in an angle of the corridor, I caught sight of a familiar figure. Dr. Goode was standing, evidently waiting for someone to come out. There were several elevators and the crowd of discharging pa.s.sengers was thick. He had been so intent on looking for someone he expected, apparently, that he had missed us.
Kennedy drew me on into the doorway of the building next door, from which we could observe everyone who went in and out of the skysc.r.a.per in which Dr. Loeb had his offices.
"I wonder what he"s down here for," scowled Kennedy.
"Perhaps he"s doing some detective work of his own," I suggested.
"Lionel Moreton said that Miss Golder and he used to be intimate,"
ruminated Kennedy. "I wonder if he"s waiting for her?"