When he had first fallen through the doorway into Beresford's arms she had not known what to think.

Now, in the brighter light of the living-room she saw that the still face, beneath its mask of dirt and dried blood, was strong and fairly youthful; if the man were a criminal, he belonged, like the Bat, to the upper fringes of the world of crime.

She noted mechanically that his hands and feet had been tied, ends of frayed rope still dangled from his wrists and ankles.

And that terrible injury on his head! She shuddered and closed her eyes.
"Does anyone recognize him ?" repeated the Doctor but one by one the others shook their heads.

Crook, casual tramp, or honest laborer unexpectedly caught in the sinister toils of the Cedarcrest affair--his identity seemed a mystery to one and all.
"Is he badly hurt ?" asked Miss Cornelia, shuddering again.
"It's hard to say," answered the Doctor.