Yet, even now that I have compelled myself to come
here, I find it difficult, almost impossible, to explain those reasons
to you."
An expression of embarrassment appeared upon the brown face, and now
Colonel Menendez paused and was plainly at a loss for words with which
to continue.
Harley replaced the tin in the cupboard and struck a match. Lighting
his pipe he nodded good humouredly as if to say, "I quite understand."
As a matter of fact, he probably thought, as I did, that this was a
familiar case of a man of possibly blameless life who had become
subject to that delusion which leads people to believe themselves
threatened by mysterious and unnameable danger.
Our visitor inhaled deeply.
"You, of course, are waiting for the facts," he presently resumed,
speaking with a slowness which told of a mind labouring for the right
mode of expression. "These are so scanty, I fear, of so, shall I say,
phantom a kind, that even when they are in your possession you will
consider me to be merely the victim of a delusion. In the first place,
then, I have reason to believe that someone followed me from my home to
your office.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25