"Didn't know where to go."
"What's that mean?"
"Exactly what it says."
"That you didn't know where to—?"
I tapped my forehead. "Had a—had a—shock—or something."
His gleaming smile was saved from ferocity only by being inane.
"Went dotty?"
"If you like."
"Great Scott! But why—why didn't some one let us know?"
"They couldn't. I—I seem to have taken care of that. Perhaps I'd better—better tell you all about it, that is, as far as I know."