Conscious of being reprehensibly dense I groped in the darkness of my mind: De Barral, De Barral--and all at once noise and light burst on me as if a window of my memory had been suddenly flung open on a street in the City.

De Barral! But could it be the same?
Surely not! "The financier ?" I suggested half incredulous.
"Yes," said Fyne; and in this instance his native solemnity of tone seemed to be strangely appropriate.

"The convict." Marlow looked at me, significantly, and remarked in an explanatory tone: "One somehow never thought of de Barral as having any children, or any other home than the offices of the "Orb"; or any other existence, associations or interests than financial.

I see you remember the crash.

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