rest." There was a strange note of wistful pleading in the nurse's
voice. But Gloria did not heed it.

"Let it rest? Never!" she answered.

The hospital reached, the neatly-uniformed interne who came down to
answer the District Nurse's inquiry, assured them that their patient was
resting quietly. He even went so far as to say that possibly the fall
might work good in the end.

"I only say might in a general way. If the poor creature's mental apathy
has been due to an injury of the head, it may possibly be. Do you know
the cause of her mental condition?" he inquired of the nurse.

The nurse gave the information desired.

"If that is so, then the second blow may neutralize the first. It is
certainly an interesting case." But at the end he assured his visitors
that time only could prove what the outcome might be. "Poor Sal!" said
the nurse, as they left the large building, and went quietly down the
stone steps. "I wonder if it would be comforting to her to know she is
an 'interesting case.' Sal was never interesting before."

[Illustration: "I WILL GET THE MONEY FOR YOU, DINNEY,"]

"But just think if he should be right!" said Gloria, quivering with
excitement. "Wouldn't it be beautiful, just beautiful, if it should come
true! It would almost make me forgive that awful man who did not mend
the railing."

"But then," said the nurse, "unless life changes all through for Sal, it
might be worse to be beaten and starved and feel conscious of it, than
to be beaten and starved in a half-demented condition."

"Oh, don't put it that way!" said Gloria.

"I could not help thinking how little you can see of what her life all
these years has been--you with your young sheltered life."

Gloria's face softened. "No; one cannot discern--that is, I mean I
could not before to-day. But anything seems possible after all that has
happened to-day."

It was while Gloria was standing on her own steps, having watched the
District Nurse close her door, that she caught sight of a little figure
flying up the street. It was Dinney. She waited impatiently for his
approach.

"I've got it, Miss Gloria!" he said, coming panting up the steps. "I've
got it! I struck the very man and he told me. He wrote it down for me.
It belongs to an estate. Here it is."

Gloria looked down at the card that bore a few lines indifferently
traced. But what her eyes met caused the color to drift from her face.

"Are you _sure_, Dinney?" she said sharply to