They say that the place Lessman called his sanitarium was burned to the
ground the night before they found me wandering, almost a maniac, several
miles away.
As I stated in the beginning, I am unable to distinguish between the
truth and the wanderings of my diseased brain. The reader must draw his
own conclusions.
What happened? Did I kill Lessman? Did he and Meta and Avis perish in the
fire with the other poor unfortunates? Nobody knows.
* * * * *
I have just learned that a woman—a golden-haired woman—was found a week
ago in a demented condition in a far distant town. The reports say that
she mumbles something about “The Bodymaster!” Can it be Avis? I leave
tonight for the hospital where she is confined. If it be she, perhaps my
presence will recall her to herself.