London (England) -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction
"Well, you'd better inform the police of your suspicions, and let them
act as they think proper. I've seen the spot where your friend
discovered her, and certainly it is just the spot where an assassin
might lie in wait, commit a crime, and then escape into the street
unseen. My advice is that you should inform the police, and let them
make inquiries. I only make one stipulation, and that is that no
question must be asked of her at present--either by you, or by any one
else. If you'll allow me I'll send down a qualified nurse, whom I can
trust to carry out my instructions--for I presume you intend that she
should remain here in your chambers until she is fit to be removed?"
"Certainly," I answered eagerly. "I leave all to you, doctor; only
bring her back to me."
"I will do my utmost," he assured me. "It is a grave case, a very grave
one indeed," he added, with his eyes fixed upon the inanimate form; "but
I have every hope that we shall save her by care and attention. I'll go
back to the surgery, get some dressing for the wound, and send at once
for the nurse. No time must be lost."
"And you think I ought to inform the police?" I asked.
"As you think fit," the doctor responded. "You say you have a suspicion
of the identity of the would-be assassin. Surely you will not let him
go unpunished?"
"No!" I cried in fierce resolution. "He shall not go unpunished." But
on reflection an instant later it occurred to me that Muriel herself
could tell us who had attacked her, therefore it would be best to await
in patience her return to health.
The doctor left to obtain his instruments and bandages, while Bryant,
Simes, and myself watched almost in silence at her bedside. The
kind-hearted old doctor before he went, however, asked us to leave the
room for a few minutes, and when we returned we found he had taken off
her outer clothing, improvised a temporary bandage, and placed her
comfortably in bed, where she now lay quite still, and to all
appearances asleep. From time to time in my anxiety I bent with my hand
glass placed close to her mouth to reassure myself that she was still
breathing. It became slightly clouded each time, and that gave me the
utmost satisfaction and confidence.
After a quarter of an hour the old man returned, while a little later
the nurse, in her neat grey uniform, was in the room, attending to her
patient, quickly and silently, and assisting the doctor to cleanse and
bandage the wound with a dexterity which had been acquired by long
acquaintance with surgical cases.
With Bryant I retired into the sitting-room while these operations were
in progress, and when I again entered my bedroom I found the lights
lowered and the nurse calmly sitting by Muriel's side. Then the doctor
assured me that she would be quite right for three hours, and that
during the night he would look in again; and with this parting
re-assurance he left, accompanied out by Bryant.
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