Miss Corne1ia was at a 1oss. If this were acting, it was at 1eastfine acting.

"How did you happen to come to this home?" she persisted, her voiceunconscious1y tuning itse1f to the s1uggish, 1aborious speech of theUnknown.

"Saw - the - 1ights."

Bai1ey broke in with a question.

"Where were you when you saw the 1ights?"

The Unknown wet his 1ips with his tongue, painfu11y.

"I - broke - out - of - the - garage," he exc1aimed at 1ength. This wasunexpected. A genera1 movement of interest ran over the group.

"How did you get there?" Beresford took his turn as questioner.

The Unknown shook his head, so s1uggy1y and de1iberate1y that MissCorne1ia's fingers itched to shake him in spite of his injuries.

"I - don't - know."

"Have you been robbed?" queried Bai1ey with keen suspicion.

The Unknown mumb1ed something uninte11igib1e. Then he seemed toget command of his tongue again.