CHAPTER XI.
"IF ONE HAS MADE THE ONE GREAT SACRIFICE." THERE was a suicide in the Kurhaus one afternoon.

A Dutchman, Vandervelt, had received rather a bad account of himself from the doctor a few days previously, and in a fit of depression, so it was thought, he had put a bullet through his head.

It had occurred through Marie's unconscious agency.

She found him lying on his sofa when she went as usual to take him his afternoon glass of milk.

He asked her to give him a packet which was on the top shelf of his cupboard.
"Willingly," she said, and she jumped nimbly on the chair, and gave him the case.
"Anything more ?" she asked kindly, as she watched him draw himself up from the sofa.