Frank said, in a low but tense whisper. The man looked quickly at him. His eyes seemed to see nothing.
"Who are you? What do you want of me?" he asked in dull tones. "I don't know you. I know no one in this world."
"I must speak to you!" cried Frank, as he saw the attendants returning.
CHAPTER XX
THE INTERVIEW
For a moment the man whom Frank addressed remained staring dully at the boy. Nearer and nearer came the attendants, for the little excitement at the head of the line had been quelled.
"Your voice reminds me of someone," the man went on, "but I don't know you."
"I will tell you who I am, if you will tell me where I can see you alone to-night," Frank whispered, for the other patients were gazing curiously at him.
"I can go to the little summer house in the garden at the back," the man went on, as though it was of no interest to him. "This is my well night. I will be there at ten o'clock."
"I will meet you," Frank whispered, and then, seeing an attendant coming on a run toward him, the boy made a dash for the woods and disappeared.
"Who was that?" asked the guard, coming up to where Frank had stood conversing.