His prime difficulty seemed to be to get out of his head the identity by which he had known me.

'You are Ravenshaw--Dr.Ravenshaw,' he said.

'How can you be Remington ?' He brought out this with an effort, like a man trying to shake off an unreasoning horror.
"I had expected him to face it out, to challenge me, perhaps deny all knowledge of my existence.

Instead, he merely sat there staring at me with an air of terrified realization, like a person gazing upon the dreadful materialization of an expected phantom.

I told him the truth in the fewest possible words, and he listened silently, never removing his eyes from me, the phantom of his past.