The Lady in Blue by Fred M. White

Goring was restraining his feelings with an effort. He usually was one of the coolest and most collected of men. Indeed, he had gone through more than one campaign as a war correspondent with credit to himself.

But now he was shaking from head to foot with the horror of this discovery, which seemed for the moment to quite unman him. It was difficult for Kelso standing there to realise that he was face to face with a ghastly tragedy. Outside the newsboys were still bawling the startling story at the top of their voices. Inside there was light and laughter and the soft strains of the band, as if no such thing as trouble existed anywhere.