CHAPTER XII.
IMPENDING EVIL.
We must return for one brief instant, dear reader, to our hero, Lester Armstrong, whom we left as he was being hurried off to the hospital on the night which proved so thrillingly eventful.
At the first rapid glance, the surgeon had believed his patient dying, but upon examination after he had reached the hospital, it was discovered that his injury was by no means as serious as had been apprehended; but a trouble quite as grave confronted the patient.
"An injury to the base of the brain, such as he has received, no matter how slight, might, in this instance, produce either insanity or partial loss of memory, which is almost as bad," said the surgeon.

"It will soon be determined when consciousness, returns to him." This indeed proved to be the case.

Just as daylight broke Lester Armstrong opened his eyes, looking in amazement around the strange apartment in which he found himself.
A kindly-faced nurse bent over him, who, in answer to his look of inquiry, said: "You had a severe fall and hurt yourself last night and was brought to the hospital.

You are doing finely.

Can you remember anything about the incident ?" Lester looked up vacantly into the dark-gray eyes.