Chapter 62

"I remember Dr. Reade," said Ross, smiling, while his observant eyes scanned her, "as carefully evading being pointed out as one of the high lights of the community--a much higher light, I should judge from what his friends said of him, than the Statue of Liberty could hope to be." "She's static; he's energy personified," agreed Miss Hallam. "I came in," said the doctor, "not to be made the subject of discussion, but to learn what you have here that's drawn the vehicles of the mighty to block the village streets. Y…