THIRD NARRATIVE
10. CHAPTER X
(continued)
He pressed my hand gently. "Remember what I told you on the moor,"
he answered. "If I can do you this little service, Mr. Blake,
I shall feel it like a last gleam of sunshine, falling on the evening
of a long and clouded day."
We parted. It was then the fifteenth of June. The events
of the next ten days--every one of them more or less directly
connected with the experiment of which I was the passive object--
are all placed on record, exactly as they happened, in the Journal
habitually kept by Mr. Candy's assistant. In the pages of Ezra
Jennings nothing is concealed, and nothing is forgotten.
Let Ezra Jennings tell how the venture with the opium was tried,
and how it ended.
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