Then he seemed to get command of his tongue again.
"Everything gone--out of--my pockets," he said.
"Including your watch ?" pursued Bailey, remembering the watch that Beresford had found in the grounds.
The Unknown would neither affirm nor deny.
"If--I--had--a--watch--it's gone," he said with maddening deliberation.
"All my--papers--are gone." Miss Cornelia pounced upon this last statement like a cat upon a mouse.
"How do you know you had papers ?" she asked sharply.
For the first time the faintest flicker of a smile seemed to appear for a moment on the Unknown's features.

Then it vanished as abruptly as it had come.
"Most men--carry papers--don't they ?" he asked, staring blindly in front of him.

"I'm dazed--but--my mind's--all--right.

If you--ask me--I--think--I'm--d-damned funny!" He gave the ghost of a chuckle.

Bailey and Beresford exchanged glances.
"Did you ring the house phone ?" insisted Miss Cornelia.
The Unknown nodded.
"Yes." Miss Cornelia and Bailey gave each other a look of wonderment.
"I--leaned against--the button--in the garage--" he went on.