“But she was gone.”
“Gone? You mean left the hospital?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” in a husky voice, “that isn't to be wondered at either. A high-spirited girl finds it hard to be bound down to rule and regulation. But the porter—he is an intelligent man—he would tell you where she had gone to.”
“I asked him; he didn't know. All he could say was that she left the hospital on the morning of Lord Mayor's Show-day.”
“That would be the 9th of November—the day we took our vows.”
There was another pause; the big dark eyes were wandering vacantly.
“After all, he is only a porter; you asked for the matron, didn't you?”
“Yes; I thought she might know what had become of my sister. But she didn't. As for Nurse Quayle, she had been dismissed also, and nobody knew anything about her.”
John had seated himself at Paul's side and the form itself was quivering.