Blind Love

Chapter 34

MY LORD'S MIND

HERE, my old-vagabond-Vimpany, is an interesting case for you--the cry

of a patient with a sick mind.

Look over it, and prescribe for your wild Irish friend, if you can.

You will perhaps remember that I have never thoroughly trusted you, in

all the years since we have known each other. At this later date in our

lives, when I ought to see more clearly than ever what an unfathomable

man you are, am I rash enough to be capable of taking you into my

confidence?

I don't know what I am going to do; I feel like a man who has been

stunned. To be told that the murderer of Arthur Mountjoy had been seen

in London--to be prepared to trace him by his paltry assumed name of

Carrigeen--to wait vainly for the next discovery which might bring him

within reach of retribution at m