along the passage. It was Inns's dark friend. For a second he stood surveying the scene, and then, with a cry of "Mother!" stretched out his arms as the two women sprang forward and clung to him with sobs and murmurs of "Reginald! My dear boy! Thank God, you've come back!"
Feebly wondering what was going to happen next, I turned to my late employer. The blow seemed to have sobered him, and except for a slight scalp-wound, he was none the worse. I helped him to get up, for which he thanked me quite humbly, but he trembled, and but for me would have fallen again when the stranger approached.
"And now, Jones," said the latter, "I should like to know what you mean by making use of my name."
"Well, sir, it's rather a long story."
"Thank you, I know the beginning of it. I heard you were sentenced to five years for defrauding your employers."
"Ah, it was a false charge, sir. Indeed it was! I'm innocent as what you are. I managed to escape on my way to Portland, and as everyone thought you'd died after you disappeared from the ship, I thought there was no harm in taking your name, and in order to keep up the disguise I took to doctoring, and I came down to this quiet place, as there wouldn't be much to do in the medical line. I'd put some money by before I got into trouble, and was living quiet and happy till these two ladies found me out. I’ve tried always to keep out of their sight, so they shouldn't give me away, but as I was afraid they'd see me after all one day, I've been trying to sell the practice and go abroad. If I hadn't been so flustered by their coming here and accusing me of murdering you, I shouldn't have said what I did, and I humbly ask their pardon for it."
"So it seems you've been carrying on a bogus practice in my name. Well, if I can't clap you in prison for that I'll see if I can't send you back as an escaped convict."
"Oh, doctor, do let me go! I'll leave the country at once, and you shan't ever hear no more of me." And he grovelled abjectly at Innes's feet.
"Oh, let him go!" Mrs. Innes pleaded.
"Very well, then; but as soon as I get to London I go straight to Scotland Yard, and tell them all about you. Now get out! You've got a day's start."
As the ex-convict shuffled out of the room I made a movement to go also, but Innes stopped me.
"Don't go, Dr. Wilkinson," said he. "I owe you an apology for what passed between us last week. I thought you were in league with that scoundrel, so I told you I was going back to London, but I only laid low and waited until I found he had returned. It's just four years since I was doctor on board the ship of which he was purser. I had a kind of a sunstroke at Buenos Ayres, and was picked up in the street and taken to a hospital; and meanwhile the ship sailed without me, for I had lost my memory, and couldn’t say anything about myself—I only remembered my name by the mark on my linen!
‘‘Well, I had to do something, so I went up country and got work on a cattle-ranch, and eventually I got all right again; but by the time I had saved some money and began to think of coming home, nearly three years had gone. I wrote twice to you, mother, but never got an answer. I found when I reached home you had moved twice, and I couldn’t trace you. I was very worried, of course, at that; and what was worse was the seeing my name in the 'Medical Directory' as in practice at this place. I really thought my brain was affected when I read that! I never suspected the truth until I took a run down here and made some inquiries. He might at least have pronounced my name properly. Hulloa! What's that?"
There was a sound of galloping, and we all ran to the door as Jones, in frenzied haste, took flight in the pony-cart.
"A good riddance!" was Innes's benediction.
"By Jove, though, he never gave me my cheque!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, I'll see to that. I must take over the debts with the rest of the practice," laughed Innes.
