“Her husband drove my wife to suicide——”
“It is terribly logical,” murmured the young captain, “but,” he glanced at the unconscious figure in its mysterious and awful grief, “one needs to be God to indulge in logic to that point.”
“And yet we are but men,” said the doctor, “and the problem is there before us—must be solved at once! In my place, what would you do?”
The battalion-commander rose. He went up to his comrade and looked him in the eyes.
“Mon cher,” he said solemnly, “God forbid that I should ever be in your place! I do not know.”
The doctor turned to the young man. There was a terrible smile on his lips.
“And you, mon cher Jordan?”
The captain rose also. He also read the hell in the doctor’s eyes. He shook his head and shuddered.
“Mon ami,” he replied, “I should go mad.”
The doctor nodded grimly.