By one of those strange and futile coincidences which sometimes startle us by their subtle significance, the specialist met Theodore Racksole and his captive as they were entering the hotel.

Neither had the least suspicion of the other's business.
In the State bedroom the small group of watchers surrounded the bed.

The slow minutes filed away in dreary procession.

Another hour passed.

Then the figure on the bed, hitherto so motionless, twitched and moved; the lips parted.
'There is hope,' said the doctor, and administered a stimulant which was handed to him by Nella.
In a quarter of an hour the patient had regained consciousness.