CHAPTER XII.
MARION SAVES A VICTIM FROM POTTER’S FIELD.
Dr. Reginald Brookes had given his last order for the night, and as he left the Prison Hospital he bent his steps almost involuntarily toward the warden’s office. Some way or other the vitriol patient’s case had interested him greatly, and he was anxious to know if any word had been received from the New York police about her. A large envelope was handed to him in the office, and almost identical with his breaking the seal he asked the warden a question.
“Any further information about Mary Jones, Mr. Warner?”
The warden turned to his desk and began looking over his letters, and just then Dr. Brookes gave a stifled cry of astonishment. He had drawn a neatly folded paper from the envelope in his hand, and in an instant he saw that it was his friend Greenaway’s life insurance policy.
“What has happened?” He asked the question mentally, and just then the warden turned to him.
“Known for a time as May Osgood,” he said briefly. “Was an actress, but had no particular reputation.”
Dr. Brookes dropped the envelope and stared a minute.
“My God!” he said, sharply. “Can that be possible! Why, one of my dearest chums is in love with that woman!”
“Well, she couldn’t have been much,” said the warden, bluntly. “A ‘drunk and disorderly’ and not a friend to bury her!”
“I’ll bury her myself if this turns out to be true! I’ll wire Greenaway to-night,” said the doctor, promptly.