quietly beside him.

Forest had given over the case: it was Melville's time for experiments
to-night. All the way out he had watched his patient, sounding him,
studying his reactions and all that he had beheld had gone to strengthen
his own convictions. And now, after this moment in the meadows, the old
man was ready to go on with his plan.

"Let's set down here," he invited casually. Ben started, emerging from
his revery. The old man's cheery smile had returned, in its full charm,
to his droll face. "You'll want to know what it's all about--and what I
have in mind. And I sure think you've done mighty well to hold onto your
patience this long."

He sat himself on the rail, and Ben quietly took a seat beside him.
"There are plenty of things I'd like to know," he admitted.

"And plenty of things I ain't goin' to tell you, neither--for the reason
that Forest advised against it," Ezra went on. "I don't understand
it--but he says you've got a lot better chance to get your memory
workin' clear again if things are recalled to you by the aid of
'stimuli' instead of having any one tell you. I've agreed to supply the
'stimuli.'

"I don't see any harm in tellin' you that the guesses you've already
made are right. Your name is Ben Darby--and you used to be known as
'Wolf' Darby--for reasons that sooner or later you may know. Abner Darby
was your father. Edith Darby was your sister that ain't no more. You
went awhile to MacLean's College, in Ontario.