Here is his scarf, which has evidently been strained, and on it are spots of blood, while all around are marks indicating a struggle.

I say you do know what this means, and you must tell us." I reeled under this terrible shock.

What had I done?
Could it be that I had murdered this man?
Had I?
Had I?
"I do not know what it means," I said.

"I think I am ill." "Men usually are when they have done what you have," he said.
"Why, what have I done ?" I said, in a dazed kind of a way.

"Done!" he repeated.