Daily I had seen him and conversed with him.

Nothing could be discerned through the impenetrable veil of his duplicity.

When busied in conjectures, as to the author of the evil that was threatened, my mind did not light, for a moment, upon his image.

Yet has he not avowed himself my enemy?
Why should he be here if he had not meditated evil?
He confesses that this has been his second attempt.

What was the scene of his former conspiracy?
Was it not he whose whispers betrayed him?
Am I deceived; or was there not a faint resemblance between the voice of this man and that which talked of grasping my throat, and extinguishing my life in a moment?
Then he had a colleague in his crime; now he is alone.