“Including your watch?” pursued Bailey, remembering the watch that Beresford had found in the grounds.
The Unknown would neither affirm nor deny.
“If—I—had—a—watch—it’s gone,” he said with maddening deliberation. “All my—papers—are gone.”
Miss Cornelia pounced upon this last statement like a cat upon a mouse.
“How do you know you had papers?” she asked sharply.
For the first time the faintest flicker of a smile seemed to appear for a moment on the Unknown’s features. Then it vanished as abruptly as it had come.
“Most men—carry papers—don’t they?” he asked, staring blindly in front of him. “I’m dazed—but—my mind’s—all—right. If you—ask me—I—think—I’m—d-damned funny!”
He gave the ghost of a chuckle. Bailey and Beresford exchanged glances.
“Did you ring the house phone?” insisted Miss Cornelia.
The Unknown nodded.