“Theddon? Theddon? What’s her first name?”
“Madelaine, I think. Madelaine Theddon.”
“What part of the States does she come from?”
“Somewhere up in Massachusetts. I think I heard her talking with Doctor Cleeve about Springfield.”
“It wasn’t illusion!” cried Nathan then. “It was my girl of the Star!—My girl of the Window—out here—away out here—in Siberia! Oh, my God!”
“You know her, old man?”
“I saw her face once in a star,” affirmed Nathan. “I——”
Another doctor heard Nathan’s wild declamation and entered hastily.
“Delirium!” announced the first. “He thinks he knows Miss Theddon. Better give him another shot, Jack. He’s pretty near done for!”
But it was not delirium. How could they understand?