in softly tinted, exquisite things, and a large, strange hydrangea blue
flower under the brim of her hat rested on soft and full black hair. The
black hair gave him a clue. It was hair like that he had seen as Reuben
S. Vanderpoel's daughter rode by when he stood at the park gates at
Mount Dunstan. "Bats in his belfry," of course.

"How is he?" she said to the nurse.

"He's been seeming comfortable all day, miss," the woman answered, "but
he's light-headed yet. He opened his eyes quite sensible looking a bit
ago, but he spoke queer. He said something was the limit, and that we
might search him."

Betty approached the bedside to look at him, and meeting the disturbed
inquiry in his uplifted eyes, laughed, because, seeing that he was not
delirious, she thought she understood. She had not lived in New York
without hearing its argot, and she realised that the exclamation which
had appeared delirium to Mrs. Buttle had probably indicated that the
unexplainableness of the situation in which G. Selden found himself
struck him as reaching the limit of probability, and that the most
extended search of his person would fail to reveal any clue to
satisfactory explanation.

She bent over him, with her laugh still shining in her eyes.

"I hope you feel better. Can you tell me?" she said.

His voice was not strong, but his answer was that of a young man who
knew what he was saying.

"If I'm not off my head, ma'am, I'm quite comfortable, thank you," he
replied.

"I am glad to hear that," said Betty. "Don't be disturbed. Your mind is
quite clear."

"All I want," said G. Selden impartially, "is just to know where I'm at,
and how I blew in here. It would help me to rest better."

"You met with an accident," the "looker" explained, still smiling with
both lips and eyes. "Your bicycle chain broke and you were thrown and
hurt yourself. It happened in the avenue in the park. We found you and
brought you in. You are at Stornham Court, which belongs to Sir Nigel
Anstruthers. Lady Anstruthers is my sister. I am Miss Vanderpoel."

"Hully gee!" ejaculated G. Selden inevitably. "Hully GEE!" The splendour
of the moment was such that his brain whirled. As it was not yet in the
physical condition to whirl with any comfort, he found himself closing
his eyes weakly.

"That's right," Miss Vanderpoel said. "Keep them closed. I must not
talk to you until you are stronger. Lie still and try not to think.
The doctor says you are getting on ve