THIRD NARRATIVE
9. CHAPTER IX
(continued)
"At odds and ends of time," Ezra Jennings went on, "I reproduced
my shorthand notes, in the ordinary form of writing--leaving large
spaces between the broken phrases, and even the single words,
as they had fallen disconnectedly from Mr. Candy's lips.
I then treated the result thus obtained, on something like the
principle which one adopts in putting together a child's 'puzzle.'
It is all confusion to begin with; but it may be all brought
into order and shape, if you can only find the right way.
Acting on this plan, I filled in each blank space on the paper,
with what the words or phrases on either side of it suggested
to me as the speaker's meaning; altering over and over again,
until my additions followed naturally on the spoken words
which came before them, and fitted naturally into the spoken
words which came after them. The result was, that I not
only occupied in this way many vacant and anxious hours,
but that I arrived at something which was (as it seemed to me)
a confirmation of the theory that I held. In plainer words,
after putting the broken sentences together I found the superior
faculty of thinking going on, more or less connectedly,
in my patient's mind, while the inferior faculty of
expression was in a state of almost complete incapacity
and confusion."
"One word!" I interposed eagerly. "Did my name occur in any
of his wanderings?"
"You shall hear, Mr. Blake. Among my written proofs of
the assertion which I have just advanced--or, I ought to say,
among the written experiments, tending to put my assertion
to the proof--there IS one, in which your name occurs.
For nearly the whole of one night, Mr. Candy's mind
was occupied with SOMETHING between himself and you.
I have got the broken words, as they dropped from his lips,
on one sheet of paper. And I have got the links of my own
discovering which connect those words together, on another
sheet of paper. The product (as the arithmeticians would say)
is an intelligible statement--first, of something actually done
in the past; secondly, of something which Mr. Candy contemplated
doing in the future, if his illness had not got in the way,
and stopped him. The question is whether this does, or does not,
represent the lost recollection which he vainly attempted to find
when you called on him this morning?"
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