"That is all right. Just a moment. I'll take it off. Don't you remember it?" I asked.
She shook her head. I smiled at Reinstrom.
"You see, she has no recollection of my tying the bandage on her arm,"
I pointed out.
"Wonderful!" ejaculated Reinstrom as we left the room.
All the way back to the office he was loud in his praises and thanked us most heartily, as he put on his hat and coat and shook hands a cordial good-bye.
Now comes the strange part of my story. After Reinstrom had gone, Dr. Holmes, the attending physician of the woman whom we had seen anesthetized, missed his syringe and the bottle of scopolamine.
"Miss Sears," he asked rather testily, "what have you done with the hypodermic and the scopolamine?"
"Nothing," she protested.
"You must have done something."
She repeated that she had not.