Dan sat staring at the wall until Jane returned. She came and laid a hand on his shoulder and he looked up and his thoughts were suddenly arrested. It was as though Jane had dropped years from her age. The old glow was in her eyes—a soft wonder—a new happiness.
The realization impressed him but was lost to the new anxiety that was swiftly rising in his mind. Jane said, "Isn't it wonderful, darling? I can't understand it, but I've seen Biddy's leg and—and I don't care how it happened. I don't care if the man in the hills is true or a part of her imagination. The cure is real—real—and I've never been so happy."
"I think he's genuine—he has to be—and tomorrow we'll find out about him. But—"
"But what, Dan?"
"I was just thinking—"
Jane sat down on his knee and put an arm around his shoulders. "Dan—you don't seem too happy about it. I don't understand why—"
Dan Parker looked at his wife and said, "There's another angle to it, Jane."
"Another angle?"
"If there is such a man as Biddy describes and he cured her deformity, then he can cure the deformities of others, too."
Jane was puzzled. "I suppose that's true."