XI - Case Rivers
SO absorbed was I in the new interests that had come into my life, so anxious to be of assistance to Olive Raynor, and so curious to watch the procedure of Pennington Wise, that I confess I forgot all about the poor chap I had seen at Bellevue Hospital,—the man who “fell through the earth!” And I’m not sure I should ever have thought of him again, save as a fleeting memory, if I hadn’t received the following letter from him:
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My dear Brice: I’ve no right to pilfer your time, but if you have a few minutes to squander, I wish you’d give them to me. I’m about to be discharged from the hospital, with a clean bill of health,—but with no hint or clue as to my cherished identity. The doctors—drat ’em!—say that someday my memory will spring, full-armed, back at
