'And what did Springfield say then?'
'Oh, he was louder in his congratulations than any one. It makes me sick to think of it!'
'But didn't you expose him?'
'I couldn't. You see, I only learnt in a roundabout way that he had tried to poison the General's mind against me, and he very nearly covered his traces everywhere. Oh, he's a clever beggar. Still, you see the situation. It was jolly sultry for a time.'
'I see you have had another move,' I said looking at his uniform.
'Yes, I've had great luck; but don't let's talk any more about me. How are you getting on? And can't you get some leave?'
'I have some due,' I replied, noting the far-away look in his eyes, and wondering what was in his mind. 'Why do you ask?'
'Big things are going to happen,' he said after a long silence.
'What do you mean? Tell me, Edgecumbe, has your memory come back?
Have you learnt anything—in—in that direction?'
He shook his head sadly. 'No, nothing. The past is blank, blank. And yet I think sometimes——I say, Luscombe, I wonder who I am? I wonder——'