Then, seeing that the man made no sign, he had concluded that he was not.

And now again he had come back to a certainty that the man had something to do with his mad adventure.

For the man remained more still than would have been natural if a stranger had come so close.
He was as motionless as a wax-work, and got on the nerves somewhat in the same way.

Syme looked again and again at the pale, dignified and delicate face, and the face still looked blankly across the river.

Then he took out of his pocket the note from Buttons proving his election, and put it before that sad and beautiful face.