puzzled, dumbfounded, horror-
stricken. The description given of the apparent murderer tallied exactly
with myself. Straining every nerve I endeavored to regain some
impression that might lead to a knowledge of my actions from the time
Arletta left me the night before until I had recovered my senses that
day. But try as I might, I could no more recall to memory the slightest
movement on my part during that time than I could recollect any event
which happened during the twenty-one years of which my life had been a
blank.

Like a man under the influence of liquor I arose and staggered hurriedly
forward until I reached the "L" station where I boarded a train and rode
up to Eighty-first street. Here I alighted and walked rapidly over to
the Seraglio Apartments. A vast crowd of curious people was collected
about the place, and as I approached, all eyes were apparently turned
upon me.

Hastening forward I bounded up the entrance steps and almost flew into
the vestibule. There were little knots of people standing about the
hallway, talking in low tones. Even their voices hushed as I hurried
into the elevator and told the attendant to take me up to the eighth
floor. The operator appeared to be almost frightened out of his wits at
the sight of me, but after a momentary pause he ran the elevator to the
eighth floor, peering at me all the time as he might have eyed a wild
beast who was about to devour him. Many people were in the upper hall-
way, but looking neither to the right nor to the left, I went straight
to the door of the room I had entered the night I had taken Arletta
home. Finding it locked, without a moment's hesitation I threw against
it, all of the force my gigantic frame could command which caused it to
give way and fly open before me. I then observed that there were several
men in the room, in different positions and groups, as if making a study
of the surroundings. Lying upon the bed, in the room adjoining, was the
form of a woman partly covered by a spread, and being examined by a man
who might have been the coroner. As I rushed forward like a madman,
every one there became frightened and made way for me to pass.

Approaching the bed I eagerly scanned her features, and being positive
of her identity I took the inanimate form of Arletta in my arms and
kissing her tenderly, was overcome by emotion.

CHAPTER XXXIII

Arrested for the murder of Arletta Fogg, after being positively
identified by the elevator att