The wounded man was very weak from loss of blood, but when he had been given a stimulant he insisted upon leaving.
This the doctor refused to permit; ordering him to remain quiet for a few days, until the wound had completely closed, lest he should get cold in it.
Nick determined therefore to stop at the hotel.
Early next morning a porter came to the detective’s room to tell him a lady wished to see him.
“Did she send up her card?” Nick asked, and he received a reply in the negative.
“She said,” volunteered the servant, “that you would not know her by her name, but that it was a matter of importance both to you and to herself that she should see you.”
“I suppose I must see her,” said Nick. “Show her up.”
A few moments after a lady, young and handsomely attired, entered the apartment.
Her face was covered with a veil, but when she had closed the door behind her, she threw it aside.
A vision of surpassing loveliness burst upon the wounded man’s vision.