"To think that all the time we've been giddying round," she muttered,
"that poor man has been lying in hospital! Makes one feel like a brute."
"He's been unconscious all the time," Quest reminded her.
"Might have expected to find us there when he came-to, any way," Laura
insisted.
Lenora smiled faintly as she caught a glance from Quest.
"Laura's got a heart somewhere," she murmured, "only it takes an awful lot
of getting at!"...
They found French, already convalescent, comfortably installed in the
private ward of a small hospital in the picturesque New Mexican town.
Laura almost at once established herself by his side.
"You're going to lose your job here, nurse," Quest told her, smiling.
The nurse glanced at French.
"The change seems to be doing him good, any way," she remarked. "I haven't
seen him look so bright yet."
"Can you remember anything about the wreck, French?" Quest enquired.
The Inspector passed his hand wearily over his forehead.
"It seems more like a dream--or rather a nightmare--than anything," he
admitted. "I was sitting opposite Craig when the crash came. I was
unconscious for a time. When I came to, I was simply pinned down by the
side of the car. I could see a man working hard to release me, tugging and
straining with all his might. Every now and then I got a glimpse of his
face. It seemed queer, but I could have sworn it was Craig. Then other
people passed by. I heard the shriek of a locomotive. I could see a doctor
bending over some bodies.
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