old family relic". Now can you explain how you could have known that, supposing that you had forgotten who you were?"
"Neatly caught, Goldie," laughed Mr. Mitchel. "You certainly made a mess of it there."
"It was an asinine slip," said Mr. Goldie, laughing also.
"Now then," continued Mr. Barnes, "you readily see that I had good reason for believing that you had not forgotten your name. On the contrary, I was positive that your name was a part of the inscription on the watch. What, then, could be your purpose in pretending otherwise? I did not discover that for some time. However, I decided to go ahead, and find you out if I could. Next I noted two things. Your coat opened once, so that I saw, pinned to your vest, a bicycle badge, which I recognised as the emblem of the League of American Wheelmen."
"Oh! Oh!" cried Mr. Mitchel. "Shame on you, Goldie, for a blunderer."
"I had entirely forgotten the badge," said Mr. Goldie.
"I also observed," the detective went on, "litt
A man who cannot remember his name comes to Mr. Barnes' office. Barnes is a famous New York detective. The man asks the detective to discover his identity, and Barnes agrees, telling the man to return in two days. He and his well-trained staff get on the problem.
It isn't much of a detective story, the mystery is rather tame, and the writing is pedestrian, if formal.