ar that she could touch him with her hand,
so far away that no voice, no caress of hers, could reach him.

The why would come later. Now she could only stand, with Dr. Ed's arms
about her, and wait.

"If they would only do something!" Sidney's voice sounded strange to her
ears.

"There is nothing to do."

But that, it seemed, was wrong. For suddenly Sidney's small world, which
had always sedately revolved in one direction, began to move the other
way.

The door opened, and the staff came in. But where before they had
moved heavily, with drooped heads, now they came quickly, as men with a
purpose. There was a tall man in a white coat with them. He ordered them
about like children, and they hastened to do his will. At first Sidney
only knew that now, at last, they were going to do something--the tall
man was going to do something. He stood with his back to Sidney, and
gave orders.

The heaviness of inactivity lifted. The room buzzed. The nurses stood
by, while the staff did nurses' work. The senior surgical interne,
essaying assistance, was shoved aside by the senior surgical consultant,
and stood by, aggrieved.

It was the Lamb, after all, who brought the news to Sidney. The new
activity had caught Dr. Ed, and she was alone now, her face buried
against the back of a chair.

"There'll be something doing now, Miss Page," he offered.

"What are they going to do?"

"Going after the bullet. Do you know who's going to do it?"

His voice echoed the subdued excitement of the room--excitement and new
hope.

"Did you ever hear of Edwardes, the surgeon?--the Edwardes operation,
you know. Well, he's here. It sounds like a miracle. They found him
sitting on a bench in the hall downstairs."

Sidney raised her head, but she could not see the miraculously found
Edwardes. She could see the familiar faces of the staff, and that other
face on the pillow, and--she gave a little cry. There was K.! How like
him to be there, to be wherever anyone was in trouble! Tears came to her
eyes--the first tears she had shed.

As if her eyes had called him, he looked up and saw her. He came toward
her at once. The staff stood back to let him pass, and gazed after him.
The wonder of what had happened was growing on them.

K. stood beside Sidney, and looked down at her. Just at first it seemed
as if he found nothing to say. Then:

"There's just a chance, Sidney dear. Don't count too much on it."

"I have got to count on it. If I don'