As to who was with him on the ride, or what took place thereafter, he
had no memory and no opportunity of learning, owing to certain
unexpected and alarming occurrences which made it imperative for him to
terminate his connection with his college, as big Marty Ringold had
done earlier in the day, and begin to pack his belongings. Partly out
of deference to the frantic appeals of his widowed mother, partly owing
to the telephoned advice of Mr. Michael Padden, of Sixth Avenue, who
said the injured man had recognized one of his assailants, he booked
passage to Japan by the next steamer out of Vancouver. He left New York
that afternoon by the Twentieth Century Limited, taking with him only
one suit-case and a determination to see the world.
III
A GAP
Strictly speaking, Kirk Anthony did not awake to a realization of his
surroundings, but became conscious of them through a long process of
dull, dreamy speculation. He never knew the precise moment when his
eyes opened and sleep left him, but at cost of considerable mental
effort he finally brought himself to the conviction that hours had
passed and another day had arrived. More than once after long, white
nights in New York City, he had awakened amid strange surroundings and
had been forced to wait upon his lagging memory; but this time his mind
refused to work, even after he knew himself to be fully roused. So he
closed his eyes with the admonition:
"Now, begin all over again, Kirk. When you left Padden's place you went
to Maxim's and listened to the fat quartette, then to the place where
the waiter held out a dollar. After the trouble at that point, you
tried to get into Tony's rathskeller and couldn't, so you started for
the East Side. Ringold was very drunk. Good! Everything is clear so
far. Next you were playing a piano with yellow teeth while somebody
sang something about a 'Little Brown Cot.' After that--Lord, you must
have been drinking! Well, let's run through it again."
But his efforts were vain; he could recall nothing beyond the piano, so
fell to wondering what hotel this could be.
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