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Vance Richmond’s lean face lighted up as soon as I mentioned Ledwich’s name to him. + 

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “He was a friend, or at least an acquaintance, of Dr. Estep’s. I met him once⁠—a large man with a peculiarly inadequate mouth. I dropped in to see the doctor one day, and Ledwich was in the office. Dr. Estep introduced us.” + 

“What do you know about him?” + 

“Nothing.” + 

“Don’t you know whether he was intimate with the doctor, or just a casual acquaintance?” + 

“No. For all I know, he might have been a patient, or almost anything. The doctor never spoke of him to me, and nothing passed between them while I was there that afternoon. I simply gave the doctor some information he had asked for and left. Why?” + 

“Dr. Estep’s first wife after going to a lot of trouble to see that she wasn’t followed⁠—connected with Ledwich yesterday afternoon. And from what we can learn, he seems to be a crook of some sort.” + 

“What would that indicate?” + 

“I’m not sure what it means, but I can do a lot of guessing. Ledwich knew both the doctor and the doctor’s first wife; then it’s not a bad bet that she knew where her husband was all the time. If she did, then it’s another good bet that she was getting money from him right along. Can you check up his accounts and see whether he was passing out any money that can’t be otherwise accounted for?” + 

The attorney shook his head. + 

“No, his accounts are in rather bad shape, carelessly kept. He must have had more than a little difficulty with his income tax statements.” + 

“I see. To get back to my guesses: If she knew where he was all the time, and was getting money from him, then why did his first wife finally come to see her husband? Perhaps because⁠—” + 

“I think I can help you there,” Richmond interrupted. “A fortunate investment in lumber nearly doubled Dr. Estep’s wealth two or three months ago.” + 

“That’s it, then! She learned of it through Ledwich. She demanded, either through Ledwich, or by letter, a rather large share of it⁠—more than the doctor was willing to give. When he refused, she came to see him in person, to demand the money under threat⁠—we’ll say⁠—of instant exposure. He thought she was in earnest. Either he couldn’t raise the money she demanded, or he was tired of leading a double life. Anyway, he thought it all over, and decided to commit suicide. This is all a guess, or a series of guesses⁠—but it sounds reasonable to me.” + 

“To me, too,” the attorney said. “What are you going to do now?” + 

“I’m still having both of them shadowed⁠—there’s no other way of tackling them just now. I’m having the woman looked up in Louisville. But, you understand, I might dig up a whole flock of things on them, and when I got through still be as far as ever from finding the letter Dr. Estep wrote before he died. + 

“There are plenty of reasons for thinking that the woman destroyed the letter⁠—that would have been her wisest play. But if I can get enough on her, even at that, I can squeeze her into admitting that the letter was written, and that it said something about suicide⁠—if it did. And that will be enough to spring your client. How is she today⁠—any better?” + 

His thin face lost the animation that had come to it during our discussion of Ledwich, and became bleak. + 

“She went completely to pieces last night, and was removed to the hospital, where she should have been taken in the first place. To tell you the truth, if she isn’t liberated soon, she won’t need our help. I’ve done my utmost to have her released on bail⁠—pulled every wire I know⁠—but there’s little likelihood of success in that direction. + 

“Knowing that she is a prisoner⁠—charged with murdering her husband⁠—is killing her. She isn’t young, and she has always been subject to nervous disorders. The bare shock of her husband’s death was enough to prostrate her⁠—but now⁠—You’ve got to get her out⁠—and quickly!” + 

He was striding up and down his office, his voice throbbing with feeling. I left quickly. + 