It was then that Prof. Grant, with a smile on his face, stepped to the side of the insensible girl. His voice seemed to ring doubly deep and clear, “From now on you will never again be possessed of that desire to commit suicide. You are forever free.”
Taking again her right wrist, he softly said, “It is all right, madam,” and with a start Sana returned to consciousness. The happy smile upon her face told better than words her relief.
As they were about to leave Dr. White stepped to Sana’s side and said gently, “Miss Sana, please accompany Mrs. O’Brien to her home. If you wish to go to the hotel you may do so, but not until after six o’clock. Do you understand?”
Sana nodded agreeably and assisted by Mrs. O’Brien she left the two men to their thoughts.
Grant broke the silence. They had been silently thinking of some plan to follow.
“A letter will do the trick. We shall put the fear of the Almighty in that rascal’s heart.”
“All right. Let’s get busy. No time can be lost in dealing with him.”
The letter was written immediately and dispatched to the hotel by messenger.
One can only imagine the thoughts that surged through de Rochelle’s head when he read the following:
M. François de Rochelle
Hotel Claza
New York, N. Y.