Bailey broke in with a question.
“Where were you when you saw the lights?”
The Unknown wet his lips with his tongue, painfully.
“I—broke—out—of—the—garage,” he said at length. This was unexpected. A general movement of interest ran over the group.
“How did you get there?” Beresford took his turn as questioner.
The Unknown shook his head, so slowly and deliberately that Miss Cornelia’s fingers itched to shake him in spite of his injuries.
“I—don’t—know.”
“Have you been robbed?” queried Bailey with keen suspicion.
The Unknown mumbled something unintelligible. Then he seemed to get command of his tongue again.
“Everything gone—out of—my pockets,” he said.