Had Bassett had some wider knowledge of d**k's condition he might have succeeded better during that bad hour that followed. Certainly, if he had hoped that the mere statement of fact and its proof would bring results, he failed. And the need for haste, the fear of the pursuit behind them, made him nervous and incoherent.
He had first to accept the incredible, himself - that d**k Livingstone no longer existed, that he had died and was buried deep in some chamber of an unconscious mind. He made every effort to revive him, to restore him into the field of consciousness, but without result. And his struggle was increased in difficulty by the fact that he knew so little of d**k's life. David's name meant nothing, apparently, and it was the only name he knew. He described the Livingstone house;
