The police are not to be trusted with it.

I must start myself to-morrow morning; and you--" He stopped; his face grew suddenly pale; he sighed heavily; his eyes wandered once more into the fixed look at vacancy; and the rigid, deathly expression fastened again upon all his features.
"I must tell you my secret before I talk of to-morrow," he proceeded, faintly.

"If I hesitated any longer at confessing everything, I should be unworthy of your past kindness, unworthy of the help which it is my last hope that you will gladly give me when you have heard all." I begged him to wait until he was more composed, until he was better able to speak; but he did not appear to notice what I said.

Slowly, and struggling as it seemed against himself, he turned a little away from me, and, bending his head over the table, supported it on his hand.

The packet of letters with which I had seen him occupied when I came in lay just beneath his eyes.