CHAPTER IV
"Tired, my young friend?" Dr. Quotis asked.
"Disappointed, I guess," Rhodes admitted.
"I know how you feel. For three days people have been coming here to see you with the hope that you might be a missing relative. But—"
"But none of them knew me," Rhodes finished bleakly. "And yesterday they were only a trickle."
"All it will take is one."
"Doctor, I don't have to tell you I owe my life to you, but—well, I'm restless."
"You're young," Quotis said with a smile.
"I've got to get out and find the lost threads of my life. I'm well enough, you said so yesterday."
"But a man in your condition—"