"Have you more to say ?" she asked of the Sergeant, when this had been done.
"Only one thing, your ladyship.

If Miss Verinder is surprised at this change in the arrangements, please not to mention Me as being the cause of putting off her journey." My mistress lifted her head suddenly from her book as if she was going to say something--checked herself by a great effort--and, looking back again at the open page, dismissed us with a sign of her hand.
"That's a wonderful woman," said Sergeant Cuff, when we were out in the hall again.

"But for her self-control, the mystery that puzzles you, Mr.
Betteredge, would have been at an end to-night." At those words, the truth rushed at last into my stupid old head.

For the moment, I suppose I must have gone clean out of my senses.

I seized the Sergeant by the collar of his coat, and pinned him against the wall.
"Damn you!" I cried out, "there's something wrong about Miss Rachel--and you have been hiding it from me all this time!" Sergeant Cuff looked up at me--flat against the wall--without stirring a hand, or moving a muscle of his melancholy face.
"Ah," he said, "you've guessed it at last." My hand dropped from his collar, and my head sunk on my breast.