“Yes.”
Miss Cornelia and Bailey gave each other a look of wonderment.
“I—leaned against—the button—in the garage—” he went on. “Then—I think—maybe I—fainted. That’s—not clear.”
His eyelids drooped. He seemed about to faint again.
Dale rose, and came over to him, with a sympathetic movement of her hand.
“You don’t remember how you were hurt?” she asked gently.
The Unknown stared ahead of him, his eyes filming, as if he were trying to puzzle it out.
“No,” he said at last. “The first thing I remember—I was in the garage—tied.” He moved his lips. “I was—gagged—too—that’s—what’s the matter—with my tongue—now—Then—I got myself—free—and—got out—of a window—”
Miss Cornelia made a movement to question him further. Beresford stopped her with his hand uplifted.
“Just a moment, Miss Van Gorder. Anderson ought to know of this.”