left the court did she fall into so deep a swoon that for a little while we thought her dead."
The Reverend Mother had told her story well. She held me in a deep strained interest. It was rather to myself than to her that I spoke the words which were my comment at the end of this narrative.
"How splendid!. . . But I am puzzled about that German lieutenant, Franz von Kreuzenach. He kept the real evidence back."
"That," said the Reverend Mother solemnly, "was a great mystery and a miracle."
Wickham Brand joined us in the passage, with Eileen O'Connor by his side.
"Not gone yet?" said Wickham.
"I have been listening to the tale of a woman's courage," I said, and when Eileen gave me her hand, I raised it to my lips, in the French style, though not in gallantry.
"Reverend Mother," she said, "has been exalting me to the Seventh Heaven of her dear heart."
On my way back to Brand's mess I told him all I had heard about Eileen's trial, and I remember his enthusiasm.
"Fine! Thank heaven there are women like that in this blood-soaked world. It saves one from absolute despair."
He made no comment about the suppression of evidence, which was a puzzle to me.
We parted with a "So long, old man," outside his headquarters, and I did not see him until a few days later.
