All were now crowding around Garrick eager to thank him for what
he had done. As Warrington, now almost his former hearty wholesome
self again, grasped Garrick's hand in the heartiness of his
thanks, Garrick, with the electrocardiogram paper still in his
other hand, smiled.
He released himself and turned to touch the dainty little hand of
Violet Winslow, whose eyes were so full of happy tears that she
could scarcely speak.
"Miss Winslow," he beamed, gazing earnestly and admiringly into
her sweet face, "I promised to attend to the case of that man
later,--" he added, with a nod at Warrington. "It may interest you
to know scientifically what you already know by something that is
greater than science, a woman's intuition."
She blushed as he added, "Mr. Warrington has a good, strong,
healthy heart. He wouldn't be alive to-day if he hadn't. But, more
than that, I have observed throughout the evening that he has
hardly taken his eyes off you. Even the 'talkies' and the 'movies'
failed to stir him until the kidnapping scene overwhelmed him.
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