I could neither speak nor move.

Whether I was sitting or standing I cannot tell you, nor do I know how I was supposed to be attired, A darkness came over my eyes.

Then a voice--Helen's voice--whispered to me, 'Fear not, dearest; the wrong is avenged.' I awoke, to find the trembling butler shouting in my ear that his master was lying dead outside the house.

Now, Mr.Brett, I ask you, would you have submitted that fairy tale to a jury?
I was quite assured of a verdict in my favour, though the first disagreement almost shook my faith in Helen's promise, but I did not want to end my days in a criminal lunatic asylum." He did not appear to expect an answer.

He was quite calm again, and even his eyes had lost their intensity.