For forty odd years he had enjoyed a large practice, but in all that time he had never had a case exactly like this.
He made up his mind then and there that there was something about this case which was beyond him—there was something about it that he could not fathom, that was shrouded in mystery.
He wired without delay, an urgent message to an eminent physician with whom he was on excellent terms. It was almost midnight when Doctor Schimpf arrived at the Garner mansion.
His friend, Doctor Crandall, was awaiting him, and together they made their way at once to the sick-room.
"This is an urgent case, I suppose," said Doctor Schimpf.
"I am afraid so," was the reply. "You will be able to judge when you see the patient."
Doctor Schimpf's stern face grew sterner still as he made his examination of poor Jessie. Then the doctors quitted the room and commenced their consultation.
Nadine Holt looked after them with a strange smile on her face, her black eyes glittering.
"Well," said Doctor Crandall, "I wonder if we both have the same opinion in regard to this case."
"It can admit of but one," returned Doctor Schimpf, with a shake of his head.