“The very worst case of its kind I ever saw,” he remarked to a colleague. “It will be a miracle if she recovers, although I would give one of my ears to make it possible.”
After three days of delirium and torture the woman died.
It was the twenty-eighth day of February.
Madame Kanaris came into the ward alone, and stood for a few moments looking down at the face on the narrow pillow.
“She could never have recovered in any event?” she said questioningly to the nurse.
“I don’t see how she could,” was the calm reply.
Madame put out a flashing hand.
“May I see?” she said with delicate curiosity.
The nurse lifted a layer of batting.