"
"Very well. The next question is this. You are convinced; and I am
convinced--how are we to carry our conviction to the minds of other
people?"
I pointed to the two manuscripts, lying on the table between us. Ezra
Jennings shook his head.
"Useless, Mr. Blake! Quite useless, as they stand now for three
unanswerable reasons. In the first place, those notes have been taken
under circumstances entirely out of the experience of the mass of
mankind. Against them, to begin with! In the second place, those notes
represent a medical and metaphysical theory. Against them, once more! In
the third place, those notes are of my making; there is nothing but my
assertion to the contrary, to guarantee that they are not fabrications.
Remember what I told you on the moor--and ask yourself what my assertion
is worth. No! my notes have but one value, looking to the verdict of the
world outside. Your innocence is to be vindicated; and they show how it
can be done. We must put our conviction to the proof--and You are the
man to prove it!"
"How?" I asked.
He leaned eagerly nearer to me across the table that divided us.
"Are you willing to try a bold experiment?"
"I will do anything to clear myself of the suspicion that rests on me
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