My suspicions were the outcome of my reasoning only; and the idea of Larsan being the murderer seemed so extraordinary that I resolved to wait for actual evidence before venturing to act.

Nevertheless, the suspicion worried me, and I sometimes spoke to the detective in a way that ought to have opened your eyes.

I spoke disparagingly of his methods.

But until I found the eye-glasses I could but look upon my suspicion of him in the light of an absurd hypothesis only.

You can imagine my elation after I had explained Larsan's movements.