It seemed to grip my heart just as if an ice-cold hand had been laid on it.

You see, in nosing around I chanced to set eyes on something that lay half hidden among some papers on a side table.

Hugh, you could have knocked me down with a feather when I saw that it was a souvenir tea spoon, an ornate one at that, representing some foreign city, I don't know which, for I was too flustered by my terrible discovery to look close.

Now, what do you think of that ?".