"You must be lucid, please." "Yes, Sir Ethelred.

You know no doubt that most criminals at some time or other feel an irresistible need of confessing--of making a clean breast of it to somebody--to anybody.

And they do it often to the police.

In that Verloc whom Heat wished so much to screen I've found a man in that particular psychological state.

The man, figuratively speaking, flung himself on my breast.