And both face and form were beautiful.
The doctor straightened up with a sharply drawn breath.

It seemed that something had happened.

For one flashing instant some inner knowledge had linked him with his own unlived experience.

It was gone as soon as it came.

He did not even realize it, save as a sense of strangeness.
Yet, as a chemist lifts a vial and drops the one drop which changes all within his crucible, so some magic philtre tinged John Roger's cup of life in that one stolen look.
"Have you found anything ?" Aunt Caroline's voice came impatiently.
"Nothing." But to himself he added "everything" for indeed the mystery of Benis seemed a mystery no longer.