You have a seventy-mile drive before you to-morrow, and sixty the next day.

You can only reach the port now by starting at daylight to-morrow." So it was that Marcel Loisel, the great surgeon, was compelled to leave Chaudiere before he knew that the memory of the man who had been under his knife had actually returned to him.

He had, however, no doubt in his own mind, and he was confident that there could be no physical harm from the operation.

Sleep was the all-important thing.

In it lay the strength for the shock of the awakening--if awakening of memory there was to be.
Before he left he stooped over Charley and said musingly: "I wonder what you will wake up to, my friend ?" Then he touched the wound with a light caressing finger.