And further, the information that of the five condemned to death, _Philip Bauck_ and _Edith Cavell_ had already been _executed_.
* * * * * The monsters! Oh that von Bissing.

How gladly she would die if she might first have the pleasure of killing him! That pompous old man of seventy-one with the blotched face, who had issued orders that wherever he passed in his magnificent motor he was to be saluted with Eastern servility, who boasted of his "tender heart," so that he issued placards about this time punishing severely all who split the tongues of finches to make them sing better.

Edith Cavell--she did not pause to consider the fate of patriotic Belgian women--but Edith Cavell, directress of a nursing home in Brussels, known far and wide for her goodness of heart.

She had held aloof from Vivie, but was that to be wondered at when there was so much to make her suspect--living, seemingly, under the protection of a German official?
But the very German nurses and doctors at the Red Cross hospital had spoken of her having given free treatment in her Home to Germans who needed immediate operations, and for whom there was no room in the military hospitals--And for such a trivial offence as _that_--and to kill her before there could be any appeal for reconsideration or clemency.

Oh _what_ a nation! She would tend their sick and wounded no more.
She hurried on up the ascent of the Boulevard of the Botanic Garden on her way to the Rue Royale.