him as if a woman had touched him. He looked in the stranger's face, and
the wonderful eyes seemed to search to the root of his being, and to
draw the soul out of him. He had a flying thought--"Can it be a woman,
after all, in this strange shape?" and he knew no more ... till he woke
in the hospital bed.

That was the patient's story.

"Just look over your property here," said the doctor. "Have you lost
anything?"

The young man turned over his watch and the contents of his purse, and
answered that he had lost nothing.

"Strange--strange!" said Lefevre--"very strange! And the card--of course
the stranger must have put it in your pocket."

"Which would seem to imply," said the young man, "that _he_ knows
something of the hospital."

"Well," said Lefevre, "we must see what can be done to clear the mystery
up."

"Some of those newspaper-men have been here," said the house-physician,
when they had left the ward, "and they will be sure to call again before
the day is out. Shall I tell them anything of this?"

"Certainly," said Lefevre. "Publicity may help us to discover this
amazing stranger."