that I stopped one. I don't seem quite to have caught up with myself since I got hit."
"Oh! That's how you got that scar?"
"No. I got that jumping through a plate-glass window in London on Armistice night."
"What on earth did you do that for?"
"Oh, I don't know. It seemed a good idea at the time."
"But if you can remember a thing like that, why can't you remember your name?"
"I remember everything that happened after I came out of hospital. It's the part before that's gone."
Archie patted him on the shoulder.
"I know just what you want. You need a bit of quiet and repose, to think things over and so forth. You mustn't go sleeping on Park benches. Won't do at all. Not a bit like it. You must shift to the Cosmopolis. It isn't half a bad spot, the old Cosmop. I didn't like it much the first night I was there, because there was a dashed tap that went drip-drip-drip all night and kept me awake, but the place has its points."
"Is the Cosmopolis giving free board and lodging these days?"
"Rather! That'll be all right. Well, this is the spot. We'll start by trickling up to the old boy's suite and looking over his reach-me-downs. I know the waiter on his floor. A very sound chappie. He'll let us in with his pass-key."
And so it came about that Mr. Daniel Brewster, returning to his suite in the middle of lunch in order to find a paper dealing with the subject he was discussing with his guest, the architect of his new hotel, was aware of murmur of voices behind the closed door of his bed-
