That was a year ago.

I've got all the proofs in my pocket, even to the three silly letters you wrote her when your senses were stronger than your judgment.
I was going to see you about them to-day." He took from his pocket a small packet, and held them before the other's face.

"Have a good look at your own handwriting, and see if you recognize it," Ingolby continued.
But the glazed, shocked eyes did not see.

Reuben Tripple had passed the several stages of horror during Ingolby's merciless arraignment, and he had nearly collapsed before he heard the end of the matter.

When he knew that Ingolby had saved him, his strength gave way, and he trembled violently.