see the near points a little more clearly. Now sit down again and tell me what you think of it all."
We didn't sit but kept walking up and down. "I don't know what to think," I said; "I was nearly sure yesterday that I was either mad or dreaming, but I have given over thinking that. I suppose there is a desperate and widely spread conspiracy against civilised society, and that these men are in it. You talk about fee-faw-fum, but I remembered some things yesterday while we were in that car that made me feel as if the whole world were nothing but what you call fee-faw-fum."
"What were they, Bob?"
I told him all that I have written in the first two chapters of this book. He listened most attentively, and made me repeat two or three times over parts of the conversation between the two doctors. But when I wound up my story by telling him that I had recognised James Redpath among the men on the platform, he stopped suddenly, turned right round and looked at me. "Good heavens!" he said. And then after a pause, "Do you think that you saw him carried away that morning from your Welsh village?"
"I didn't see him, but I have little doubt that I saw the shadow of the car in which he was carried away."
