"What?"
"That I should wish to save a man who had tried to murder me."
"But this is precisely what you are doing."
Renwick smiled.
"What would you? Have me invent a story for your record? I can say no more than I remember. I remember nothing."
The magistrate took off his glasses and rubbed them rigorously, as if by so doing he could clear his own mind as to what had best be done. Then he put them upon his nose and took up his hat and papers. It was certain that the patient's brain was still far from strong.
"I shall not pursue this investigation now," he said to Nurse Roth. "I shall wait a few days in which Herr Langer may have time to reflect. He is still very weak. In the meanwhile, Herr Langer, I would tell you that it would be wise for you to recover your memory."
"A desire which I sincerely share," said Renwick with a smile.
"If not," continued the magistrate with his most magisterial manner, "you will be detained, as a material witness, in Sarajevo."
"I have no intention of leaving Sarajevo unless someone should happen to pay my railroad fare," replied Renwick wearily.