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Boss," hq said, pointing to the hole in
"the ground.,
Drumfield jumped out. "What do
ybu mean?" he shouted in bewilder
ment. "You said the DeKalb Avenue
church," answered the driver with a
grin. "It was pulled down two
months ago. I ean't help it if you've
overslept yourself, Mister. Two dol
lars.please." Drumfield flung .him the two bills
and strode away, while the driver
looked after him uncertainly, xne
guy seemed crazy; perhaps he had
escaped from a Sanitarium. Should
be go after him. His attention was
attracted, however, by a fare, and re
luctantly he sacrificed a possibility to
a probability. By this time Drumfield
was lost in the crowd.
His mind was whirling. jHe knew
that Lucy would not ..have waited
seven years for hinj besidep, Jie
could not remember her address or
her father's,. WhVwas he? Was he
a. rising young lawyer with a happy
marriage-before binv or a crazy rnaii?
He must go cautiously. He'must not
betray himself. In his pocket he, found
a key and the.pocket-bbdk and inside
the, latter a printed card bearing the
name' Henry Patterson. The name
seemed to awaken vague' remem
brances in his mind and gave him his
clue.) The address was Nassau street.
He would go to Patterson. But who
was Patterson?
Then the probable solution burst
upon him. He must be Patterson. 'He
had heard of cases of double person
ality, in which the afflicted subject as
sumed another name and carried on
his business with fecbljectiori of bis
previous life, until he awakerie'd to
resume that where He had left it off!
Yes; he must have been living as Pat
terson for eight years and the injury
to his head.had.suddenly "restored him
to his ' normal self, leaving him
stranded'like a fish out of water.
He reached the building and was
shot up in the elevator for eleven
stories. Upon the door of a room at
the end of the passage he saw his
name. .He, opened it and. entered, A
woman arid a girl satat two desks
and as he approached-ttieylooked up
at him curiously. The, woman's face
was hard and devoid of any expres
sion. Drumfield moved toward the in
ned door, and suddenly the Woman
sprang to her feet. i
"Mr. Patterson!" she exclaimed. '1
knew you from, your faqe at once
Are you" going into your office?" i,
"Yes," answered Drumfield curtly.
"It's dangerous, sir. I shouldn't
have thought you would have come
at this time, with the investigation , on
and the district attorney hunting. for
you. Why, Mr. Patterson, I've been
here ten months and you never show
ed up until now when you're ;Want
ed." "I always show up when I'm want
ed,') muttered Drumfield, entering as
the woman unlocked the door. Inside
;Was a bare.desk'and an office chair.
"They've.seize'd the books, but I've
got the papers; in duplicate here," said
the woman with aschuckle, and, turn
ing up' the cafp'eC she lifted a Board
in the,floor and gulled out a mass of
documents. '
"0... we'll make, them smart," she
said maliciously. "We gtt one of. 'em
last night Drumfield!" ' .
"What!" shouted Drumfield.
The woman,' stared at -him. "I
thougtit our-'fellows would, have told
you,'Vshe,s"afd'.;V,Sluggea"Him with a
sandbag,.on Twenty-fifth! street, they
sakhaxtd ' served hini right, the prying
knave- ZIeg would have 'finished the
job if a cop hadn't come round the
corner. But I bet( Drum, has a sore
head today."
"I bet he has," Drumfield muttered.
"Now let me look through-these pa
pers and leave me."
" lie was entirely at sea. If he was
Patterson, who -was Drumfield? And
where was Lucy? The thought of her
senta shiver of apprehension through
him. He must have been conducting
some criminal business, then: the po
lice' wer.e after liiml He. turned tcj
