CHAPTER XXX

THE SILENT MAN’S STORY ON the following morning I entered Dr. Macfarlane’s consulting-room in response to a letter from him. “Your foundling is a lot better, Pickering,” exclaimed the great lunacy specialist, rising and giving me his hand. “I’ve got him round at last. Not only is he quite rational, but he has found his voice, or as much of it as he will ever have. Brand, the surgeon, has discovered that he has an injury to the tongue which prevents him properly articulating.” “Is he quite in his right mind?” I aske…