"My nurse won't let me talk."
Blake's eyes rested with puzzled interrogation upon the girl, who maintained her most professional air as she smoothed his pillow and admonished him not to overtax himself. When she had disappeared noiselessly, he said:
"Well, you needn't put a rose in my hand yet awhile. Tell me what has happened? How is Myra Nell?"
"She's heartbroken, of course. She came here that first night; but the smell of drugs makes her sick."
"I suppose Maruffi got away?"
Dreux straightened in his chair; his face flushed proudly; he put on at least an inch of stature. "Haven't you heard?" he inquired, incredulously.
"How could I hear anything when I'm doctored by a deaf-mute and nursed by a divinity without a tongue?"
"Maruffi was captured that very night. Sure! Why, the whole country knows about it." Again a look of mellow satisfaction glowed on the little man's face. "My dear boy, you're a hero, of course, but—there—are—others."
"Who caught him?"
"I did."