“I don’t remember it,” persisted Locke, shaking his head. “If I wasn’t hurt in that smash-up, what made me so twisted? For I’m twisted, or you are, every one of you.” “Perhaps,” said Doctor Hetner, “the railroad smash simply completed what was gradually taking place before that. I saw you on that smoking car. I spoke to you, but you didn’t recognize me. I thought you were lying. Now I’m inclined to believe you were honest.” “Thank you,” said Lefty, on whose forehead little beads of perspiration were standing thickly. “It’s a rotten thing for a man to get twisted the way I am. I’ve tried to remember, but the more I try the less I can recall.” “There are reasons,” said the doctor, “why you should strive to recall the past.” “The principal reason,” said the reporter, “is Miss Janet Harting. Don’t you remember her, Lefty?” Locke brushed his hand almost fiercely across his forehead. “No,” he answered, “I don’t remember her.” “I have a notion,” said Stillman, “that you are engaged to her, though there was a quarrel or something of the sort, brought about by your being seen with Virginia Collier――old man Collier’s swell daughter. I don’t know just how it came round, but Miss Harting failed to accept your explanations, if you made any. That broke you up. Now can’t you remember?” “No, not a single thing!” answered Lefty, in deep distress. “It’s all as if it never happened to me.” “If you saw the girl!” cried Stillman. “Doctor, where’s that photograph you took from me?” “Here it is,” said Hetner, handing it over. The reporter placed it in the hands of Locke, who gazed long and hard at the pictured likeness of one who had seemed to him the most beautiful of all girls. “It’s no use,” he declared, after some minutes of tense and breathless silence. “If I ever saw her, I have no recollection of it, and therefore I might as well never have seen her. It drives me desperate, trying to remember, and I must stop――” “That’s right,” said Doctor Hetner, who had been watching him closely. “It will do no good, this straining after what your mind refuses to recall. When it comes, if it does, it will come easily and suddenly, when you’re not trying to break down the wall that shuts you off from the past. Some day you’ll shake the identity and the name of the dead man, and become yourself again; and it’s both dangerous and useless to make further efforts until your mind is in condition to grasp the truth and revive the past.” CHAPTER XLIII THE COME-BACK Jack Stillman went in search of Janet Harting, while Lefty remained pitching for Jack Kennedy under the name of Stranger. As a mascot and a winning pitcher, he proved to be such a success that, with the close of the season a week away, the Deers were entrenched in first position beyond any possibility of dislodgment.