"I am," replied Victor, shortly.
"You were the vein of her heart," the old man solemnly assured him. "Her guides were forever talking of you. And now may I see her?"
Mrs. Joyce, after a moment's hesitation, led him to the door of the room and stood aside for him to enter. After looking down into the silent face for a long time he asked, in stately fashion, "May I make momentary examination of the body?"
Mrs. Joyce glanced at Victor. "I see no objection to your feeling for her pulse or listening for her breath."
"I wish to lift her eyelids," he explained.
"You must not touch her!" Victor broke forth. "Two doctors have examined her already. Why should you?"
"Because I, too, am one of the mystic order. I am a healer. Life's mysteries are as an open book to me."
As he spoke a folded paper appeared to develop out of thin air above the bed, and fell gently upon the coverlet.
Mrs. Joyce started. "Where did that come from?"
The healer smiled. "From the fourth dimension." Calmly taking up the folded paper, he opened it. "This is a message to you, young man."