That morning--when Mr.
Brake was found dead--I had occasion to go up into that gallery under the clerestory.

I suddenly came on him face to face.

He recognized me.
And--I'm telling you the solemn, absolute truth, gentlemen!--he'd no sooner recognized me than he attacked me, seizing me by the arm.

I hadn't recognized him at first, I did when he laid hold of me.

I tried to shake him off, tried to quiet him; he struggled--I don't know what he wanted to do--he began to cry out--it was a wonder he wasn't heard in the church below, and he would have been only the organ was being played rather loudly.