"That is the whole story," he said.
"The nurse," inquired Monsieur Dupont, "what was her name?"
"Masters. Miss Elizabeth Masters."
"Is she still alive?"
"So far as I know she is," the doctor replied. "But I should not have been likely to have heard of her death, if it had taken place."
"Can you assist me to discover her address?"
"She wrote to me periodically," Doctor Lessing returned. "She was an excellent nurse, and I got her some cases in town. But it is a long time since I last heard from her. There may be one or two old letters of hers in my desk. If you will excuse me for a moment, I will see if I can find them for you."
He left the room. Monsieur Dupont turned to the window, and gazed dreamily out into the sunshine.
"And so," he muttered—"in this corner of paradise the Destroyer was born."