She shook her head. "I did not remember my own name."
"But now you remember everything?"
"Yes, everything."
"When did you recover your memory?"
"It began to come back a few weeks ago."
"Under what circumstances?"
"Under circumstances like those when—when I lost it."
"How do you mean?"
"I—I—" She turned slowly, as if drawn by some horrible fascination, and looked at De Heidelmann-Bruck. The baron's face was ghastly white, but by a supreme effort he kept an outward show of composure.
"Yes?" encouraged the judge.