Sir David Suchet

I know them well.

Admit those were the very words.

I said them, no doubt, because I saw you below.

For no other reason.

You had no feeling that they were conveyed to you in any supernatural way?

No.

He wished me goodnight and held up his light.

I walked by the side of the downline of rails, with a very disagreeable sensation of a train coming behind me, until I found the path.

It was easier to mount than to descend, and I got back to my inn without any adventure.

Punctual to my appointment, I placed my foot on the first notch of the zigzag next night as the distant clocks were striking eleven.

He was waiting for me at the bottom with his white light on.

I've not called out, I said when we came close together.

May I speak now?

By all means, sir.

Good night, then, and here's my hand.

Good night, sir, and here's mine.

With that, we walked side by side to his box, entered it, closed the door, and sat down by the fire.

I have made up my mind, sir," he began, bending forward as soon as we were seated, and speaking in a tone but a little above a whisper, that you shall not have to ask me twice what troubles me.

I took you for someone else yesterday evening.

That troubles me.