'Only this: take care of yourself, and don't let any one know what your plans are.'
'You must have a reason for saying that.'
'I have. You have told me more than once about your feeling that you and
Springfield knew each other before you lost your memory.'
'Yes,' he replied, 'what then?'
'You say you had the feeling that Springfield was your enemy?'
'Yes, but I have no proof. Sometimes I am ashamed of harbouring such thoughts.'
'Self-preservation is the first law of life,' I said sententiously. 'Think, Edgecumbe,—some one shot at you in France,—why? You say you don't know that you have a single enemy in the world. Then think of your recent illness.'
'But—but——' and I saw a look of wonder in his eyes.
'I only tell you to be careful,' I interposed. 'Don't let any one know your plans, and whatever you do, don't have anything to do with Springfield.'
The words had scarcely passed my lips, when Springfield entered the room.