If you find any pleasure in your opinion, keep it," I answered, knowing that I could not reason with a man who was half crazy.
"I shall," he replied sullenly.
"But there is another matter in which I believe you will agree with me," I continued.

"I have discovered the cause of my cousin's ill feeling--of her change respecting yourself." He rose from his bed, demanding excitedly: "What is it?
Tell me, tell me!" "You have just told me that you and Churchill were walking at a considerable distance behind Crofts and the others when Roger Wentworth was killed." "Yes, yes," he returned.

"Perhaps as much as two hundred yards." I watched his face closely to study the effect of my next bit of information, and after a long pause, asked, "Do you know that Frances was in the coach ?" "No, no! Hell and furies! In the coach when Wentworth was killed?
My God, tell me all about it, man!" he cried, clutching my arm, and glaring at me with the eyes of a crazy man.
"Yes," I answered.

"And she tells me she recognized one of the robbers by the light of the coach lanthorn, though she refused to describe the man she saw and will not be induced to talk about him.

Possibly you were the unlucky man.