The Argosy, January 1906 — page 135: what you’re looking at

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-two personalities had been overthrown. face was convulsed with horror and his arm rose slowly, his forefinger transfix- ing Burress, who crouched in the arm- chair. The raucous voice rose toashriek,and the Seymour Lloyd who had sptung from the bushes at the moment when Solon Burress was shot down, again faced the trembling and guilty physician. ~ “You have killed him! You mur- derer!” Lloyd repeated, and the cry penetrated to the hall. The door opened instantly, and before Burress could rise from his seat, Leslie had run into the room. “What is it? Oh, what is it?” she gasped. “Murderer! Murderer!” repeated Lloyd, his eyes blazing, his hand still out- stretched. “Oh, Ramon, what does it mean ? Is he delirious? How awful he looks!” murmured the girl, clinging to the physician as though for protection. But Burress made no reply. His mind was active enough, but his lips refused to utter a sound. The awful situation smote him speechless. Wonderful as had been Lloyd’s first awakening after his injury, this was far more astounding. Mentally stimulated by the fever in his veins, the patient had suddenly recovered his previous person- ality; he had gone back to his first exist- ence and had taken up the thread of his remembrance at the point where it had snapped on the morning of the murder. Seymour Lloyd in his right mind had suddenly and horribly appeared again. Where an ordinary fever patient would have relapsed into a delirious state, he had regained his sanity. “You have killed him! I saw you!” eried Lloyd again. “My God!” He suddenly relaxed his muscles and fell back exhausted upon the pillows. “Oh, Ramon, Ramon! This is worse than he was before,” Leslie whispered. * He is mad—nuiterly mad!” But Burress knew better. He knew that, for those few moments at least, Lloyd had been sane. He was senseless now; the strain had been too much for his fever-racked body, however, the barrier between the ii the ie of the re The man’s — ‘emerge? Would he rouse again to Recovered from the horror en wile =e Lloyd’s words had thrown him, he set instantly to work to resuscitate — patient. As it had been on the d when he first brought Lloyd to cor sciousness after the accident, Burres mind was now in a maze of uncertainty. Into which identity would the man accuse the docfor of murder ? Or would : it was some time before the first symp- = toms of returning consciousness were visible. Much as Burress feared the ou come, he dared not order Leslie from the rocm. : Tinally the eyelids fluttered seal and Lloyd’s lips moved. His eyes: opened slowly, resting ‘first upon the face of the girl who bent above him. He turned away from her inpeie and saw Burress. “ Oh, doctor! doctor! ” he ocr | “I have had a bad dream. oe i drink?” “Thank God! he is himself again,” cried Leslie, bursting into tears. soos CHAPTER XIV. = = TILE REVELATION. | Set Lioyp dropped to sleep almost ate once, his body completely exhausted by — the Struggle of his dual natures. Bur- — ress’ own condition was little better. ees He left Leslie to watch by the bed- | side and entered the office. Once out of her sight he prepared a draft with shaking hands, and swallowed it before — dropping weak ‘ly upon thecouch, The danger had been so imminent— _ the truth regarding the death of Solon — Burress had come so near the surface— = that the physician felt the hangman’s . noose tighten about his neck. And that Leslie Saarle had been in the room to — hear Lloyd’s frenzied accusation rade it all the more horrible! He was shaken — as he had not been since the murder. _ Bake ae read of cases in which the