The detective was at her side in a second, and tore the veil and bonnet away.
Louise Calhoun stood revealed.
“So! my fine lady,” he said, “you have taken holy orders, I see.”
“You fiend!” she exclaimed.
Nick Carter darted around to the other side of the bed, and drew from its hiding place the package Greer had concealed.
It contained two small files and a revolver.
Louise attempted to leave the hospital ward, but was prevented by the detective.
“I want you,” Nick said, as he caught her by the sleeve.
“Let me pass,” she cried, “I have done nothing.”
“No, not you!” he quietly remarked. “You did not stab me, and you did not attempt to obtain money by false pretenses from the banker’s daughter. You are an abused saint, you are.”