Then her face clouded.
"That is—if he recovers," she added, with a catch in her voice.
There came a morning when the nurse in charge saw the eyelids of the sick man flutter, and then he spoke.
"Where am I?" he asked, in a puzzled tone.
"You are quite safe," the nurse told him. "You have met with an accident. You are in the hospital."
"Ah, yes," he said. "I remember now. There was a railroad accident. Something must have struck me on the head. I can remember a sudden blow, and that is all."
"You have been unconscious for a long time, Captain. You must be quiet."
"Captain?" he said. "I'm not a captain. My name is Todd. My name is Todham Todd. I'm a professor at the university."
The doctor was called. He questioned the patient carefully and it was soon evident that Todham Todd had recovered his memory with the exception of the time following the first accident that had resulted in amnesia. From that time, everything was a blank. He knew nothing of his wanderings, knew nothing of what had happened in the caves, knew nothing of the accident that had restored his memory again.
"He will live," the doctor told Evangeline Todd a short time later. "His memory is completely restored. Unless complications set in, he should be able to leave the hospital within a few days."