"I saw him there," said the doctor, "just as you were leaving the patient; now he is gone."
"Queer! I saw no one," said the nurse, and moved away to attend to other duties.
The doctor walked over to the bed where the body of the little clerk lay.
"It is strange," he mused. "I surely saw him.—The most beautiful face I ever saw."
Then he looked down at what had been James Neal.
"He was very fortunate," said the doctor in a low tone, "to die with a face like that looking into his."
There was a smile on the death-white lips of the little clerk.