For ages, it seemed to those watching, Brent sat as before, vacantly
gazing straight ahead of him--so long, in fact, that a terrible fear
entered Eva's heart that, perhaps, after all, the antidote would fail
and that her father would remain without reason until the day of his
death.
Then slowly a change was noticeable in his eyes, and all leaned forward
with overpowering intentness. What they were watching was like a
miracle. Slowly, very slowly, they saw the soul creep back into those
poor, mad eyes.
Brent had been staring directly at his daughter as she watched him
anxiously. Now a puzzled look came over his face and, raising a hand, he
rubbed his forehead.
Then a wonderful light seemed to shine from his eyes and he held out his
arms to Eva.
With a sob of excited happiness Eva rushed to embrace him.
As Locke stood behind him, Zita and Doctor Q walked to the other end of
the room, turning sidewise to the group.
Suddenly Brent turned his eyes away from Eva and noticed Doctor Q for
the first time.
"Who is that?" he asked Eva.
"Why, father, that is--"
At the sound of voices Doctor Q had turned around.
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