“That’s because I’m away so much,” answered the millionaire. “By the way, when did you last see me?”
Fellows hesitated.
“Don’t you remember?” urged Cranston.
“Well, er—” replied Fellows. “It was the time I came out to your house — some time ago — when you were — when you—”
“When I was injured, and sent for you?” interrupted Cranston. “Did you come out then?”
“Yes. That was the time.”
Lamont Cranston arose from his chair, and went to the window. He stood, looking over the sky line of Manhattan, tapping the glass with his knuckles. Then he turned suddenly, and faced the startled insurance broker.
“I can’t understand it, Claude!” he said. “This is a real mystery to me. I didn’t believe it until now.”
“Believe what?” gasped Fellows.
“Believe that I am crazy.”