He had the feeling that he had passed through one of the great crises of his life.
"I'll tell you, Andrew.

You're about the only man in the world I could tell.

I've gone crazy." "I thought you looked as though you'd been seeing spooks," Wilmore murmured sympathetically.
"I have seen a spook," Francis rejoined, with almost passionate seriousness, "a spook who lifted an invisible curtain with invisible fingers, and pointed to such a drama of horrors as De Quincey, Poe and Sue combined could never have imagined.

Oliver Hilditch was guilty, Andrew.

He murdered the man Jordan--murdered him in cold blood." "I'm not surprised to hear that," was the somewhat puzzled reply.
"He was guilty, Andrew, not only of the murder of this man, his partner, but of innumerable other crimes and brutalities," Francis went on.