“Boy,” he said quietly, “now I understand the miracle. You’re a better physician in this household than I.”

“No. But when you live here day after day there are certain things you’re forced to see.”

“I wonder if you’ve diagnosed anything peculiar about Mr. Van Patten lately.”

Barnes moved uneasily.

“He seems better, that’s all.”

“Anything queer about his eyes?”

“I’ve noticed that every time anyone comes into the room he strains towards him as though trying to see.”

“Just so. Has it occurred to you that perhaps he does see?”

“That he can—actually can see?”

The doctor nodded.