There was nothing
to show who the money and the watch belonged to. It was only when my
master and the doctor got to the inn that it was known whom he had
robbed and tried to murder. All he let out in his wanderings before they
came was that some person had set him on to do it. He called the person
'Captain,' and sometimes 'Captain Goward.' It was thought--if you
could trust the ravings of a madman--that the fit took him while he
was putting his hand on Sir Joseph's heart to feel if it had stopped
beating. A sort of vision (as I understand it) must have overpowered
him at the moment. They tell me he raved about the sea bursting into the
church yard, and a drowning sailor floating by on a hen-coop; a sailor
who dragged him down to hell by the hair of his head, and such like
horrible nonsense, miss. He was still screeching, at the worst of the
fit, when my master and the doctor came into the room. At sight of one
or other of them--it is thought of Mr. Turlington, seeing that he came
first--he held his peace on a sudden, and then fell back in convulsions
in the arms of the men who were holding him.
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