But I do wish you could explain a few things to me. Is
your name really 'Homolupus'?"
The sufferer smiled and wrote on his pad:
"My name is Watson Balfour."
[Illustration: "My name is Watson Balfour."]
"Of London?" queried Cabot.
The man nodded.
"Is it possible that you can be Watson Balfour, the celebrated English
electrician, who is supposed to have been lost at sea some years ago?"
Again the man smiled and made a sign of assent.
For a moment Cabot stared, well nigh speechless with the wonder and
excitement of this discovery. Then he broke into a torrent of
exclamations and questions.
"Why, Mr. Balfour, I know you so well by reputation that you seem like
an old friend. Your 'Handbook of Electricity' and your 'Comparative
Voltage' are text books at the Institute. The whole scientific world
mourned your supposed death. But how do you happen to be up here, and
how have you managed to establish an electric plant in this wilderness?
Why are you masquerading as a man-wolf? How did you lose the power of
speech? How did you become so severely wounded? Can't you tell me
some of these things?"
For answer Mr. Balfour wrote: "Perhaps, some time. Tell first how you
came here."
So Cabot, forced to curb for the present his own overpowering
curiosity, sat down and told of all that had happened since the
departure of the man-wolf from Locked Harbour.
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