“You’ll take care of it, Jimmy?” she said, and he nodded.
Then for a moment she laid her hand on his arm.
“I don’t think, old man,” she said quietly, “that you’ll have to wait very long with friendship only.”
The next moment she was alone with the slam of the front-door echoing in her ears. It was like Fate to reserve its most deadly arrow for the end.
III
“You say he has completely lost his memory?”
Mainwaring, one of the most brilliant of London’s younger surgeons, leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtfully at his host.
“Well, he didn’t know me, and I was his greatest friend,” said Lethbridge.
The two men were in Jimmy’s rooms, waiting for the arrival of Peter and the girl.
“He looked at me without a trace of recognition,” continued Lethbridge. “And he’s developed a typical lower-class Cockney accent.”