That night, the man of mystery awoke again, exchanged a few words with Fräulein Roth as before, and again slept. And on the morrow, a sure sign that all was going well with him, he had gained so much strength that he moved freely in his bed, and took more than the casual interest of the desperately sick in his situation and surroundings. Fräulein Roth had been given instructions to keep him quiet, but she smiled at him when quite rationally he questioned her.
"Is this a hospital?" he asked.
"Yes—the Landes Hospital."
"Where?"
"Sarajevo."
"Ah,—Sarajevo."
He remained silent for a long moment.
"I have been here long?" he asked again.
"A month."
"A month! And the date?"