The singer sat up and his eyes flashed.
"I want no Thanks!"
"I wanted no thanks from her," he muttered bitterly.
"How is that?" questioned the doctor. "You knew the lady?"
"Yes, I knew her. The evil she has brought me can never be blotted out by rivers of thanks!"
The doctor's look questioned his sanity.
"I fail to understand," he remarked simply.
"My name is Waldron, Philip Waldron," went on the singer. "You have a right to my name."
"Not connected with Waldron the great financier?" again questioned the doctor.
"His son. There is no reason to hide the truth from you. You have been very kind—more than kind. I thank you."