"Say, I had a big night last night," he said, leaning on the table.
"Yes?" said Archie. "Party or something?"
"No, I mean I suddenly began to remember things. Something seems to have happened to the works."
Archie sat up excitedly. This was great news.
"No, really? My dear old lad, this is absolutely topping. This is priceless."
"Yessir! First thing I remembered was that I was born at Springfield, Ohio. It was like a mist starting to life. Springfield, Ohio. That was it. It suddenly came back to me."
"Splendid! Anything else?"
"Yessir! Just before I went to sleep I remembered my name as well."
Archie was stirred to his depths.
"Why, the thing's a walk-over!" he exclaimed. "Now you've once got started, nothing can stop you. What is your name?"
"Why, it's That's funny! It's gone again. I have an idea it began with an S. What was it? Skeffington? Skillington?"
"Sanderson?"
"No; I'll get it in a moment. Cunningham? Carrington? Wilberforce? Debenham?"
"Dennison?" suggested Archie, helpfully.
"No, no, no. It's on the tip of my tongue. Barrington? Montgomery? Hepplethwaite? I've got it! Smith!"
"By Jove! Really?"
"Certain of it."
"What's the first name?"
