"Nothing is impossible," said the doctor, "very interesting case; keep

up the strength, nurse."

Everything was done that was possible for poor Cardo; the nurses were

unremitting in their care and attention, but nothing roused him from

his trance-like stupor.

During the course of the day, the news of the finding of an unknown man

on the quay reached the Wolfington Hotel, where the waiter, with

another knowing wink and shake of the head, said, "On the razzle-dazzle

again, I expect. Must be the same man." And he proceeded upstairs to

examine the luggage, from which Cardo had removed the labels intending

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to redirect them to his uncles house. There was no letter or paper

found to indicate the name of the owner, even the initials C. W. gave

no clue.

"What was the man's name?" said the waiter to Mr. Simkins, who happened

to call the following morning.

"Don't know. Charles Williams he is called at the hospital. There was

no clue to his identity, but just the letters C. W. on his linen."

"Then, no doubt, his luggage is here," said the waiter. "All his

things are marked C. W., and, from your description, it must be the

same man."

"Well, my brother will speak to Dr. Belton about it, and he will

arrange to have it taken care of; he already has his money and his

watch."

And so Cardo Wynne slipped out of his place in the outside world and

was soon forgotten by all except those connected with the hospital.

In three weeks the fever had run its course, and, to the astonishment

of the nurses and doctors, Cardo still lived.

"Extraordinary vitality! Has he never spoken a word?"

"Never a sound or a word until he began moaning to-day."

"Good sign, this moaning. Mind, keep up his strength."

And gradually, under the constant care of Doctor Belton, who was much

interested in the case, Cardo, or Charles Williams as he was now

called, recovered strength of body; and, to a slight extent,

restoration to consciousness; for though he lay inert and motionless,

his lips moved incessantly in a low muttering or whispering, in which

the nurses in vain endeavoured to find a clue to the mystery of his

illness.