“Time presses; and I have to think of some matters so urgent and so strange that I dare not lose an hour.  Otherwise I should not have been prepared to enter, at so short a notice and to so new a friend, on the subject of my daughter’s settlement in life, and of her future happiness.”  There was a dignity and a certain proudness in his manner which impressed me much.

“I shall respect your wishes, sir!” I said as I went back and opened the door.  I heard him lock it behind me.

When I told Mr. Corbeck that Mr. Trelawny had quite recovered, he began to dance about like a wild man.  But he suddenly stopped, and asked me to be careful not to draw any inferences, at all events at first, when in the future speaking of the finding of the lamps, or of the first visits to the tomb.  This was in case Mr. Trelawny should speak to me on the subject; “as, of course, he will,” he added, with a sidelong look at me which meant knowledge of the affairs of my heart.  I agreed to this, feeling that it was quite right.  I did not quite understand why; but I knew that Mr. Trelawny was a peculiar man.  In no case could one make a mistake by being reticent.  Reticence is a quality which a strong man always respects.

The manner in which the others of the house took the news of the recovery varied much.  Mrs. Grant wept with emotion; then she hurried off to see if she could do anything personally, and to set the house in order for “Master”, as she always called him.  The Nurse’s face fell:  she was deprived of an interesting case.  But the disappointment was only momentary; and she rejoiced that the trouble was over.  She was ready to come to the patient the moment she should be wanted; but in the meantime she occupied herself in packing her portmanteau.

I took Sergeant Daw into the study, so that we should be alone when I told him the news.  It surprised even his iron self-control when I told him the method of the waking.  I was myself surprised in turn by his first words: 

“And how did he explain the first attack?  He was unconscious when the second was made.”

Up to that moment the nature of the attack, which was the cause of my coming to the house, had never even crossed my mind, except when I had simply narrated the various occurrences in sequence to Mr. Trelawny.  The Detective did not seem to think much of my answer: 

“Do you know, it never occurred to me to ask him!” The professional instinct was strong in the man, and seemed to supersede everything else.

“That is why so few cases are ever followed out,” he said, “unless our people are in them.  Your amateur detective neer hunts down to the death.  As for ordinary people, the moment things begin to mend, and the strain of suspense is off them, they drop the matter in hand.  It is like sea-sickness,” he added philosophically after a pause; “the moment you touch the shore you never give it a thought, but run off to the buffet