As the mists swirled up around George, and he gradually dissolved into their vaporish currents, a joyous grin lighted his face....
Three sets of eyes fastened clinically on the X-ray with worried, professional interest.
"There's a slight chance," the first doctor said, "if we operate immediately."
"Too slight," the second murmured. "The bullet's too close to the heart. He'll die on the table."
"He'll die anyway. We're merely taking the only chance there is."
"I suppose so. Has his wife arrived yet?"
"She's with him now."
"He's not conscious, is he?"
"No, certainly not, but they could not keep her away."