superintendent and the head night nurse to shake her awake. As she hurried into her uniform they gave her the bare details. Somehow the doors of the sun-parlor had not been fastened as usual, and a patient had stayed up there after lights were out. He had tried to find his way to the lift, had[Pg 21] slipped the fastenings of the door in his effort to locate the bell, and had fallen four stories, to the top of the lift itself. The whole accident was unbelievable, unprecedented. They might find some plausible explanation in the morning—but in the mean time the patient was in the operating-room and Sheila O’Leary was to report at once for night duty.

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As the girl pinned on her cap the superintendent whispered the last instructions: “You’ll find him in Number Three, Surgical. It’s one of your fighting cases, Leerie, and it’s Doctor Dempsy’s patient. Remember, your best work this time, girl, for all our sakes!”

And it was a fighting case. Innumerable nights followed, all alike. The temperature rose and fell a little, only to rise again; the pulse strengthened and weakened by turns; delirium continued unbroken. As night after night wore on and no fresh sign of internal injury developed, the girl found herself forgetting the immediate condition of the patient and going back to the thing that had brought him here. If she was right and he was possessed by a fixed idea, the dread of some concrete[Pg 22] thing or experience, his delirium showed no evidence. It seemed more the delirium of exhaustion than fever, and there was no raving. Consciousness, however, might reveal what delirium hid, so, as the nights slipped monotonously by, the girl found herself waiting with a growing eagerness for the man to come back to himself.

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The waiting seemed interminable, but a time came at last when Sheila slipped through the door of No. 3 and found a pair of deep-set, haunting eyes turned full upon her.

“It’s—it’s Leerie.” The words came with some difficulty, but there was an untold relief in Peter’s voice.

For a moment the girl was taken aback, but only for a moment. She laughed him a friendly little laugh while she put her hand down to the hand that was still too weak to reach out in greeting. “Yes. Oh yes, it’s Leerie. Been getting pretty well acquainted with you these weeks, but rather a surprise to find it so—so mutual.”

“I got acquainted with you—beforehand,” announced Peter.

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