“What a horrible thing!” was that lady’s answer. “Well, my errand will keep, and I can go myself to-morrow.”
The next day both Marion and Dr. Brookes got a twenty-four hours’ leave of absence. They took the “doctor’s boat” together and went over to the city.
“There has been one more tragedy in connection with that poor woman’s death,” he said, sadly, as he handed Marion an open letter.
“My friend, Dr. Greenaway, has killed himself. It seems he knew Mrs. Ray as ‘May Osgood,’ and was desperately in love with her.”
Marion sighed as she handed him back the letter, which was only a brief account of Greenaway’s death, written by his friend, Dr. Fielding.
“How did he hear of it?” she asked, with a little shudder.
Dr. Brookes looked more sorrowful and his face trembled as he answered:
“Why, I learned that she was ‘May Osgood’ before I knew she was Mrs. Ray, and, of course, I wired to Greenaway to come up and identify her. The fellow was already in a frightful state! I don’t blame him—it must be awful to love a wicked woman!”
He was looking at Marion so meaningly that her eyes fell before his glance.
“Or a wicked man,” she said, softly. “Oh, how I pity my dear friend, Miss Allyn!”