A dozen times the physician pricked her, moving over the white surface of her body from one nerve center to another. At last he straightened.
"You see?" he demanded grimly. "Anaesthesia is complete. She feels nothing."
Mark's eyes were horror-stricken. He was breathing hard.
"What does it mean, doctor?" he choked. "What's happened to her?"
The medical man motioned him closer.
"Touch her!" he ordered.
Half-afraid, Mark bent forward. He rested his trembling fingers against the girl's breast. The next instant he jerked back, his face gray with shock.
"My God!" he gasped. "She's dead! Her body's getting cold! She's dead!" His face twisted in a grimace of emotional agony.
"No!" contradicted the neurologist.