He rose and pulled away the curtains and looked out on the street.

He felt very weak, and thought that he had been drugged.

His next sensation was that of fear, knowing that he was in a place where he had no business to be.

He feared arrest as a burglar, or possibly injury.

He says this is the only time in his life he ever feared a policeman.
The last thing he could remember before waking was seeing the Adams express wagons at the corner of Dorrance and Broad Streets, in Providence, on his way from the store of his nephew in Broad Street to his sister's residence in Westminster Street, on January 17th.
The memory of Ansel Bourne retained absolutely nothing of the doings of A.J.Brown, whose life he had lived for nearly two months.