“Why!” she stammered, too stupid to know when she was frightened, too trained a nurse to understand, “Why, you died!”
A low laugh echoed in the room.
“How cold you are in here,” the nurse went on. “What will you have?”
“Water,” said the thick voice inarticulately.
The nurse went out. As she closed the door behind her she was seized with a sudden cold shaking.
She went to the room of the head nurse and woke her.
“Say, Mrs. Waxe, who’s the patient in the Prince Ward? Why wasn’t I told about her?” Mrs. Waxe was wide awake instantly.
“Prince Ward? There’s nobody in the Prince Ward, Miss Hall.”
“Yes, there is, too. I’ve just seen her and spoke to her. Seems to me I’ve seen the woman before. But the one I knew died after the operation.”
“What?” asked Mrs. Waxe keenly. She had been in the hospital only six months, but she was a personal friend of Miss Evans. “Who was she?” Miss Hall gave a brief account of the case.