“My plane!” Brent gasped.
“As you say, Monsieur. I brought her here. She seemed unhurt, but her mind——”
Brent grasped the edge of his chair. “What was it?”
“Her memory, Monsieur, it is gone. Do you understand? We could not notify anyone because we did not know who she was. She has remained here ever since.”
Brent sat stunned. It was hard for him to grasp the fact. No wonder Gale hadn’t recognized him! His glance wandered to the girl. She was standing slim and straight behind François. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her skin creamy, she was as he had seen her last except for a slight shadow in the depth of her eyes.
“She seems all right,” he said finally.
“Yes, Monsieur,” François said. “She is in perfect health except for—it is sad.”
“She must go back with me,” Brent said finally. “Her parents are frantic—her friends—we will have the best doctors in the land.”
“Time and peace will heal her,” François said. “I studied medicine, Monsieur, I know.”
Brent stood up. “I have no words with which to thank you, sir. It is a debt which can never be repaid. If it had not been for you——”