If the truth must be told, I fear his troubles have turned his brain, for he talks to himself in such a queer way, and asks every few minutes if I have received news from you, that I cannot help thinking his mind is not what it should be.

You must understand that on Saturday last, thinking it might possibly be required for the case, I drew a large sum of money from the bank; more than a hundred pounds, in fact.

I securely locked it up in my writing-table, and thought no one knew anything about it.
Yesterday afternoon my uncle and Mr.Codd went for a walk, and did not return, though I waited for them for several hours.

While I was thus waiting I opened the drawer in the writing-table to procure something I wanted, and discovered that the money was missing.

Only one construction could be placed upon it, Mr.Fairfax.They had wearied of their inactive life, and had set off in search of Hayle." "They are aware of his address in Paris, are they not ?" "Yes, my uncle repeated it from morning until night," she answered.