At about that same hour, Deputy-Commissioner Jack Harringay opened his
eyes and looked wonderingly at a grey-haired, white-aproned nurse who
sat watching him.
"Don't speak, Mr. Harringay," she said soothingly. "You have been very
ill, but you are on the high road to recovery now."
"Nurse!..."
"Please don't speak; I know what you would ask. There has been no
scandal. The attack upon you was ascribed to robbers. You have been
delirious, Mr. Harringay, and have told me--many things. I am old
enough, or nearly old enough, to be your mother, so you will not mind my
telling you that a love like yours deserves reward. God has spared your
life; be sure it was with a purpose----"