"Really, my young friend, I couldn't say. I don't know how long it will be before you are cured."
"Cured?" repeated Jack, puzzled.
The old man tapped his forehead.
"You're a little affected here, you know, but under my treatment I hope soon to restore you to your friends."
"What!" ejaculated our hero, terror-stricken, "you don't mean to say you think I'm crazy?"
"To be sure you are," said the old man, "but—"
"But I tell you it's a lie," exclaimed Jack, energetically. "Who told you so?"
"Your aunt."
"My aunt?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hardwick. She brought you here to be treated for insanity."