They stepped inside as a man's voice called from another room:
"Who is it?"
"Two gentlemen to see the man who was hurt," the woman called.
"Do you know his name?" asked The Thinking Machine.
"No, sir," the woman replied. Then the man who had spoken appeared.
"Would it be possible for us to see the gentleman who was hurt?" asked The Thinking Machine.
"Well, the doctor said we would have to keep folks away from him," was the reply. "Is there anything I could tell you?"
"We would like to know who he is," said The Thinking Machine. "It may be that we can take him off your hands."
"I don't know his name," the man explained; "but here are the things we took off him. He was hurt on the head, and hasn't been able to speak since he was brought here."
The Thinking Machine took a gold watch, a small notebook, two or three cards of various business concerns, two railroad tickets to New York and one thousand dollars in large bills. He merely glanced at the papers. No name appeared anywhere on them; the same with the railroad tickets. The business cards meant nothing at the moment. It was the gold watch on which the scientist concentrated his attention. He looked on both sides, then inside, carefully. Finally he handed it back.