Some hand must have drawn the trigger.

I recollected the disappearance of the candle from the room below.
Instantly a supposition darted into my mind which made my hair rise and my teeth chatter.
"This," I said, "is the deed of Welbeck.

He entered while I was absent from the room; he hied to his chamber; and, prompted by some unknown instigation, has inflicted on himself death!" This idea had a tendency to palsy my limbs and my thoughts.

Some time passed in painful and tumultuous fluctuation.

My aversion to this catastrophe, rather than a belief of being, by that means, able to prevent or repair the evil, induced me to attempt to enter his chamber.