A month had passed, and the world was beginning to forget that such a person as Sir Harold Annesley had ever existed. His man of business had closed the park, and dismissed half the servants, and it was the general belief that the eccentric young baronet was masquerading abroad. His
The mysterious, unaccountable disappearance of Sir Harold Annesley was the talk of all England. In some way, the quarrel between himself and Lady Elaine Seabright had got into the papers. First, it was published in a society journal; then it went the whole round of the press. This is the
It was four weeks before Sir Harold opened his eyes to the beauty of the summer world. There was not much wrong with him bodily, but mentally he was a wreck. His memory had been completely destroyed. He gazed wonderingly at his surroundings, and inhaled the odor of a hundred
“Here is a letter for you to post, Stimson,” Sir Harold said, two hours later. “Put it into the box with your own hands. To-night I am going to London, and you must join me at the Southwestern Hotel to-morrow afternoon. I have placed my affairs in the hands of
Sir Harold Annesley had been in England so short a time that he had made few friends, and not even these had any particular claim upon him. He had no reason to consider them; he had no explanations to make. Was he of any importance, after all? There would be