If only the mist would clear from before my eyes, or he would hold the slip of paper nearer! The room was very dark.

The--the-- "Is it your writing ?" Coroner Perry asked for the third time.
There was no denying it.

My writing was peculiar and quite unmistakable.
I should gain nothing by saying no.
"It looks like it," I admitted reluctantly.

"But I cannot be sure in this light.

May I ask what this bit of paper is and where you found it ?" "Its contents I think you know.