"I will do anything I can," said Margaret, with tears of pity, as she lightly pressed the patient's hands.
Mrs. Medhurst closed her eyes, and an expression of relief fell upon her face. Gently and peacefully she passed into the new land of God's Love, where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest.
CHAPTER XI
AN OLD CRIME
With a thoughtful air Horace Hatherley put down the newspaper, where he had been studying the column of Births, Deaths, and Marriages, and with an expression of abstraction gazed out into the garden in front of him, deep in retrospect.
His friend Dr. Crane's voice broke the spell.
"What's the problem, Hatherley?" asked the newcomer, pausing by his chair as he spoke.
"A name here" (indicating the newspaper upon his knee) "has brought back old days, and a dramatic episode to my mind."
"What is it?—let's have the tale if it's worth the telling."
Dr. Hatherley did not answer at once—but after a slight pause: