That's what I could have found out--or seventy per cent of it--if I'd had the sense not to stop you when you started to tell me, just now." "Mr.Brice," she said, utterly confused, "I don't understand you at all.

At first I was afraid that blow on the head, and then this afternoon's terrible experiences, had turned your wits.

But you don't talk like a man who is delirious or sick.
And there are things you couldn't possibly know--that signal, for instance--if you were what you seemed to be.

You made me think you were a stranger in Florida,--that you were down here, penniless and out of work.

Yet now you speak about some mysterious 'job' that you are giving up.