On getting indoors last night, the first thing I did, after striking a light, was to take the ragged cravat off the candles, and smooth it out on the table.

I then took the end that had been in poor Mary's hand out of my writing-desk, and smoothed that out too.

It matched the torn side of the cravat exactly.

I put them together, and satisfied myself that there was not a doubt of it.
Not once did I close my eyes that night.

A kind of fever got possession of me--a vehement yearning to go on from this first discovery and find out more, no matter what the risk might be.