“I am sorry. You did not know that he caught a young surgeon by the throat this morning, when the former was very properly stimulating a malingerer?”
“I did not. But a personal matter ought not to weigh against a man's life—”
“You did not know that he was seen in somewhat extended conversation yesterday and last evening with one of the most dangerous of our recent discoveries among the revolutionists?”
“I did not.”
“Or that a woman came to him last night, in the heart of the night—and talked long—and was called for by the same revolutionist; that Mr. Mowbray went to her a little after daybreak this morning—”
“Ah, Dabnitz—a little romance! All night he was serving in the hospital. I went out to find him this morning, and saw him turn into the amputation house. Following, I saw him standing there.... He had probably never seen her until last night. You know how some young fellows are. They—you turn around—and they are in an affair—”
“But the two were overheard to speak of days in Warsaw together. It is not such a little affair.”
“I know nothing of it, but is such a thing fatal?”
“She is under arrest with the other revolutionist that I mentioned—a case against her that is hardly breakable—”
Boylan sat down,