Had Bassett had some wider knowledge of Dick's condition he might have

succeeded better during that bad hour that followed. Certainly, if he

had hoped that the mere statement of fact and its proof would bring

results, he failed. And the need for haste, the fear of the pursuit

behind them, made him nervous and incoherent.

He had first to accept the incredible, himself--that Dick Livingstone no

longer existed, that he had died and was buried deep in some chamber of

an unconscious mind. He made every effort to revive him, to restore him

into the field of consciousness, but without result. And his struggle

was increased in difficulty by the fact that he knew so little of Dick's

life. David's name meant nothing, apparently, and it was the only name

he knew. He described the Livingstone house; he described Elizabeth as

he had seen her that night at the theater. Even Minnie. But Dick only

shook his head. And until he had aroused some instinct, some desire to

live, he could not combat Dick's intention to return and surrender.

"I understand what you are saying," Dick would say. "I'm trying to get

it. But it doesn't mean anything to me."

He even tried the war.

"War? What war?" Dick asked. And when he heard about it he groaned.

"A war!" he said. "And I've missed it!"

But soon after that he got up, and moved to the door.

"I'm going back," he said.

"Why?"

"They're after me, aren't they?"

"You're forgetting again. Why should they be after you now, after ten

years?"

"I see. I can't get it, you know. I keep listening for them."

Bassett too was listening, but he kept his fears to himself.

"Why did you do it?" he asked finally.

"I was drunk, and I hated him. He married a girl I was crazy about."

Bassett tried new tactics. He stressed the absurdity of surrendering for

a crime committed ten years before and forgotten.

"They won't convict you anyhow," he urged. "It was a quarrel, wasn't it?

I mean, you didn't deliberately shoot him?"

"I don't remember. We quarreled. Yes. I don't remember shooting him."

"What do you remember?"

Dick made an effort, although he was white to the lips.

"I saw him on the floor," he said slowly, and staggered a little.

"Then you don't even know you did it."

"I hated him."

But Bassett saw that his determination to surrender himself was

weakening. Bassett fought it with every argument he could summon, and at

last he brought forward the one he felt might be conclusive.




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