Chapter 27

I accordingly began and told him, as exactly as I could, all that had happened since the moment I awoke at the knock on the door in Jermyn Street. The only reservations I had were of my own feeling for Miss Trelawny and matters of small importance to the main subject which followed; and my conversations with Sergeant Dow, which were in themselves private, and who would have requested an appreciative silence in any case. As I spoke, Mr. Corbeck continued with keen interest. Sometimes he stood up and walked about the room in uncontrollable excitement; Then he suddenly recovers, and sits down again. Sometimes he was about to speak, but he effortlessly restrained himself. I think the narrative helped me make up my mind. Because even as I spoke, things seemed to appear in a clearer light. Things big and small, in respect of their importance to the cause, fall into proper perspective. The modern story became coherent, except for its cause, which seemed an ever greater mystery. This is the