We could make nothing of it.

Jaffery wrinkled a hopeless brow.
"It will take weeks to fix it up." "What licks me," said I, "is the difference between this and the old-maidish tidiness of his other papers.

Anyhow let us go on." In a little while we tried to put the sheets together in their order, going by the grammatical sequence of the end of one page with the beginning of the next, but rarely could we obtain more than three or four of such consecutive pages.

We were confused, too, by at least a dozen headed "Chapter I." "There's another shelf, anyhow," said Jaffery, turning away.
I nodded and went on with my puzzling task of collation.

But the more I examined the more did my brain reel.