"But I guess I can take it we were wrong," pursued Julius.
"Well, I don't know that I should go so far as to say that. But it's certainly fortunate for all parties that we've managed to find the young lady."
"But where is she?" demanded Julius, his thoughts flying off on another tack. "I thought you'd be sure to bring her along?"
"That would hardly be possible," said Sir James gravely.
"Why?"
"Because the young lady was knocked down in a street accident, and has sustained slight injuries to the head. She was taken to the infirmary, and on recovering consciousness gave her name as Jane Finn. When—ah!—I heard that, I arranged for her to be removed to the house of a doctor—a friend of mine, and wired at once for you. She relapsed into unconsciousness and has not spoken since."
"She's not seriously hurt?"
"Oh, a bruise and a cut or two; really, from a medical point of view, absurdly slight injuries to have produced such a conditon. Her state is probably to be attributed to the mental shock consequent on recovering her memory."
"It's come back?" cried Julius excitedly.
Sir James tapped the table rather impatiently.
"Undoubtedly, Mr. Hersheimmer, since she was able to give her real name. I thought you had appreciated that point."
