u that this is the man who was found dead beside you."

"I did not know him."

"What are your recollections of the evening I have mentioned?"

"I have no recollections."

"You said that you were in a house."

"Or the street--I forget."

"You remember having an altercation with someone?"

"In my dreams--yes. Many."

"But before your dreams, when you were conscious?"

"None."

"Szarvas was stabbed. Did you see him attacked?"

"I did not."

"Have you any idea who shot you?"

"A man who was my enemy, I should say."

"Ah--you had an enemy?"

"What man has not?"

"What was his name?"

"I don't remember."

The magistrate got up frowning, and paced up and down the room, his
hands behind his back.

"I should advise you, Herr Langer, that it is my opinion that you are
willfully endeavoring to impede the steps of this investigation. I would
remind you also that those who try to thwart the officers of the law in
the performance of their duty, are alike amenable to it. Your
reticence--I can call it by a less pleasant word--is aiding and
abetting a criminal, who must be brought to justice."

"It is not likely----" He paused.

"What?"

"That I should wish to save a man who had tried to murder me."

"But this is precisely what you are doing."

Renwick smiled.

"What would you? Have me invent a story for your record? I can say no
more than I remember. I remember nothing."

The magistrate took off his glasses and rubbed them rigorously, as if by
so doing he could clear his own mind as to what had best be done. Then
he put them upon his nose and took up his hat and papers. It was certain
that the patient's brain was still far from strong.

"I shall not pursue this investigation now," he said to Nurse Roth. "I
shall wait a few days in which Herr Langer may have time to reflect. He
is still very weak. In the meanwhile, Herr Langer, I would tell you that
it would be wise for you to recover your memory."

"A desire which I sincerely share," said Renwick with a smile.

"If not," continued the magistrate with his most magisterial manner,
"you will be detained, as a material witness, in Sarajevo."

"I have no intention of leaving Sarajevo unless someone should happen to
pay my railroad fare," replied Renwick wearily.

The man left, followed by his clerk, and Nurse Roth closed the door
behind them. When the sounds of their footsteps had faded away along the
corridor, she turned to the table where she rear