"Garrod, can—can you remember what happened this morning?" stammered Sir Bryson.
"I want to go," muttered Garrod.
"Frank, don't you know me?" asked Jack.
No reply.
"Frank, didn't you tell me you took the money?" Jack persisted.
Garrod's fingers pulled at his hanging lip, and the vacant eyes remained turned toward the door.
"Garrod, can't you hear me?" demanded Sir Bryson sharply.
"I must go," muttered Garrod.
It was a painful exhibition. The beholders were a little sickened, and none of them wished to prolong it. Baldwin Ferrie went to the opening to call Vassall and Jean Paul back.
"Are you satisfied?" asked Mary of Sir Bryson.