Will you ?" "I don't understand," she repeated in white-lipped distress.

"Why do you look at me so strangely?
And you tell me that I--know....

What is it that I know?
Couldn't you tell me?
I am--" Her voice failed.
"Dear--do you remember--once--last April that you were--ill ?...

And awoke to find yourself on your own bed ?" "Duane!" It was a cry of terror.
"Dearest! Dearest! Do you think I have not known--since then--what has troubled you--here----" She stared at him in crimsoned horror for an instant, then with a dry sob, bowed her head and covered her face with desperate hands.

For a moment her whole body quivered, then she collapsed.