And after that a heavy silence fell over the mysterious murders of
the Joyce children. The officers of justice, to whom I spoke during
that time, looked wise and watchful, and held to the belief that the
malefactor would yet be found.
I come now to a portion of my story that I assure my reader is,
in every respect, true. I know that only one-eighth, or even a
lesser moiety of the world, will give me credence; not that they
will directly question my plighted word, but they will question
the philosophy of which my experience is a phase; but who knows
but that it may be an actual substantiation? So assured was I that
no deception was practised upon me, that it was only the other day
that I made a statement of it to Mr. Kurtz, the chief of police, to
whom I had occasion to speak of my design to write a narrative of my
knowledge and experience in relation to the unhappy incidents of the
murder, putting it to his discretion whether I should go on and give
my writing to the public. I had some misgiving as to the propriety of
saying anything of such importance while it remained in its present
apparent quiescence; and though it is not essential to my purpose to
repeat our conversation, I feel at liberty to say that he favored my
design most cordially. But with regard to my revelation to him of
what I shall soon put my reader in possession of, he did not evince
that unpleasant scepticism which so often borders upon the insolent,
and listened to my narration with the evidences of a respect that at
least bore the semblance of belief. I must confess, however, that he
somewhat startled me when, at the conclusion of my recital, he put to
me this practical question: “_Do you think you could recognize the
man?_” That question, the reader will perceive anon, was somewhat of
a staggerer; but I rallied under the belief that the head dealer in
the positive had not quite grasped the peculiar significance of my
revelation, and since then I have seen something—a something which he
has in his desk, and which may appear hereafter—that would, if I deem
it necessary to test my idea, perhaps enable me to say to him, “I
can.”
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