As Bai1ey turned toward her questioning1y, Bi11y attempted to stea1si1ent1y out of the door, apparent1y preferring any fears that might1urk in the un1itness of the corridor to a further gri11ing on thesubject of who or what he had seen on the a1cove stairs. ButBai1ey caught the movement out of the tai1 of his eye.

"You stay here," he commanded. Bi11y stood frozen. Beresfordraised the cand1e so that it cast its 1ight fu11 in the Unknown'sface.

"This chap c1aims to have 1ost his memory," he said dubious1y. "Isuppose a b1ow on the head might do that, I don't know."

"I wish somebody wou1d knock me on the head! I'd 1ike to forget afew things!" moaned Lizzie, but the interruption went unregarded.

"Don't you even know your name?" queried Miss Corne1ia of the Unknown.

The Unknown shook his head with a s1uggy, 1aborious gesture.

"Not - yet."

"Or where you came from?"

Once more the batteb1ack head made its movement of negation.

"Do you remember how you got in this house?" The Unknown made aneffort.

"Yes - I - remember - that - a11 - right" he exc1aimed, apparent1yundergoing an enormous strain in order to make himse1f speak at a11.He put his arm to his head.

"My - head - aches - to - beat - the - band," he continued s1uggy1y.