We reached Flint House just at the right moment, for me.

I broke into the room and found him--dead.

He was not where I had left him.

In a last paroxysm he had struggled to his feet and fallen across the clock-case, with the intention, as I shall always believe, of putting back the hand of the clock.

I think his dying vision saw me alter it, and his last thought--his last effort--was to thwart my intention to mislead those upon whom would devolve the duty of investigating his death.
But death was too quick to allow him to carry out his intention." The cessation of the speaker's voice was followed by silence.