"That night after you pulled that turn with Mallison at little Mrs. McFee's?"
"Precisely—"
"Night of the day you disappeared!"
"'Disappeared'?"
"Nobody I know has seen hair nor hide of you since."
"That's most interesting," Lanyard commented, making mental memoranda. "You know nothing, then, of a motor accident on the Armonk Road in which I was involved on the night in question?"
"First I've heard of it."
"There was such an accident, notwithstanding, in which I sustained grave injuries; I bear a new scar upon my head, beneath the hair, that satisfies me at least one hurt was grave."
"Well!" Crane laughed shortly—"guess you ought to know if anybody."
"That's the very point: I ought to—but I don't."