I was not sure that I had, for my falseness had precipitated this tragedy,--how I might never know, but a knowledge of the how was not necessary to my self-condemnation.

Nevertheless my hands were clean of this murder, and allowing the surety of this fact to take a foremost place in my mind, I faced these men and with real feeling, but as little display of it as possible, I observed: "You have come to my aid in a critical moment.

This is my betrothed wife--the woman I was to marry--and I find her lying here dead, in this closed and lonely house.

What does it mean?
I know no more than you do." IV THE ODD CANDLESTICK It is a damned and a bloody work; The graceless action of a heavy hand, If that it be the work of any hand.
_King John_.
The two men eyed me quietly, then Hexford pointed to my shoeless feet and sternly retorted: "Permit us to doubt your last assertion.

You seem to be in better position than ourselves to explain the circumstances which puzzle you." They were right.