It was hawked through the late inquiries by Mr.Crisparkle, that young Landless had confessed to him that he was a rival of my lost boy.

That is an inexpiable offence in my eyes.

The same Mr.Crisparkle knows under my hand that I have devoted myself to the murderer's discovery and destruction, be he whom he might, and that I determined to discuss the mystery with no one until I should hold the clue in which to entangle the murderer as in a net.

I have since worked patiently to wind and wind it round him; and it is slowly winding as I speak.' [Picture: Jasper's sacrifices] 'Your belief, if you believe in the criminality of Mr.Landless, is not Mr.Crisparkle's belief, and he is a good man,' Rosa retorts.
'My belief is my own; and I reserve it, worshipped of my soul! Circumstances may accumulate so strongly _even against an innocent man_, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him.

One wanting link discovered by perseverance against a guilty man, proves his guilt, however slight its evidence before, and he dies.