“If the man you seek is here of his own will, why should I help you find him? He may wish to remain unknown.”
“You do not know,” said Una eagerly. “A strange thing happened before. It may be—how can I explain? It all sounds so improbable!—it may be he is not himself.”
Sajipona laughed ironically.
“Strange indeed! And it will be hard for you to explain. How can he be not himself?”
“If he has forgotten—if he has lost his memory—”
“His memory? What riddles you talk! How does one lose one’s memory? And if he has lost his memory, can you bring it back to him then?” asked Sajipona impatiently.
“I think he would remember me,” said Una simply.
Sajipona’s face showed her skepticism. “We shall see,” she said.
“Then you know where he is? He is here?” cried Una.