She pointed to the bed.
"His eyes!" she murmured. "Go and look!"
I walked over to the bedside, and leaned reverently over the still figure. Suddenly I felt as though I were turned to stone. The blood in my veins ran cold, I staggered back. My gaze had been met with an upturned glassy stare from a pair of wide-opened, deep-set eyes!
"Good God!" I cried, "his eyes are open!"
The nurse, who had gained a little courage, came to my side.
"I closed them myself," she whispered. "I closed them carefully. I thought that I heard a noise and I came in. I lit a lamp and I saw—what you can see! Fifteen years I have been a nurse, and I have watched by the dead more times than I can count. But I have never known that happen!"
Once more I approached the bedside. One arm was drawn up a little from under the clothes. I noticed its somewhat unnatural position and pointed it out to the nurse.
"Did you leave it like that?" I asked.
Her teeth chattered.
"No!" she answered, "The arms were quite straight. Some one has been in the room—or—"