As he entered, Nora saw that he looked much agitated, and, as she introduced him to Miss Spencer, she said:
"I believe, Mr. Graeme, you have come to tell us where Mrs. Travers is!"
He looked surprised at her guess; then, recollecting that Miss Spencer had been the poor woman's nurse, he replied:
"You know, then, that she is out of the hospital?"
Nora assented, and Miss Spencer explained the anxiety her departure had caused; and then Roland, as briefly and gently as possible, told what he had seen. The two girls listened in silence, inexpressibly shocked; tears of pain and pity starting to Nora's eyes, as she fixed them on the firelight and called up the mental image of the poor young woman, dragged away, and locked into a police-cell. Miss Spencer, with her nurse's practical instinct, was thinking what could be done next.
"We must try to get her out as soon as possible, Mr. Graeme," she said.
"Yes," he said, "I will go round in the morning and do what I can. I suppose they'll let her off with a fine—at worst."
"Oh, I should hope so!" exclaimed Nora. "Only do get her out and send her back to the hospital! We must keep her there, till something definite can be done for her."
"There's something else," he said, with an effort. "I found this lying on the road after she was gone, and I think it must be hers. Will you take charge of it, Miss Spencer?"
He hoped she would not think of examining it then, but both girls looked at it with eager scrutiny.