doubt of it.

Not once did I close my eyes that night. A kind of fever got possession
of me--a vehement yearning to go on from this first discovery and
find out more, no matter what the risk might be. The cravat now really
became, to my mind, the clew that I thought I saw in my dream--the clew
that I was resolved to follow. I determined to go to Mrs. Horlick this
evening on my return from work.

I found the Mews easily. A crook-backed dwarf of a man was lounging
at the corner of it smoking his pipe. Not liking his looks, I did not
inquire of him where Mrs. Horlick lived, but went down the Mews till I
met with a woman, and asked her. She directed me to the right number.
I knocked at the door, and Mrs. Horlick herself--a lean, ill-tempered,
miserable-looking woman--answered it. I told her at once that I had come
to ask what her terms were for charing. She stared at me for a moment,
then answered my question civilly enough.

"You look surprised at a stranger like me finding you out," I said.
"I first came to hear of you last night, from a relation of yours, in
rather an odd way."

And I told her all that had happened in the chandler's shop, bringing in
the bundle of rags, and the circumstance of my carrying home the candles
in the old torn cravat, as often as possible.

"It's the first time I've heard of anything belonging to him turning out
any use," said Mrs. Horlick, bitterly.

"What! the spoiled old neck-handkerchief belonged to your husband, did
it?" said I, at a venture.

"Yes; I pitched his rotten rag of a neck-'andkercher into the bundle
along with the rest, and I wish I could have pitched him in after it,"
said Mrs. Horlick. "I'd sell him cheap at any ragshop. There he stands,
smoking his pipe at the end of the Mews, out of work for weeks past, the
idlest humpbacked pig in all London!"

She pointed to the man whom I had passed on entering the Mews. My cheeks
began to burn and my knees to tremble, for I knew that in tracing the
cravat to its owner I was advancing a step toward a fresh discovery. I
wished Mrs. Horlick good evening, and said I would write and mention the
day on which I wanted her.

What I had just been told put a thought into my mind that I was afraid
to follow out. I have heard people talk of being light-headed, and I
felt as I have heard them say they felt when I retraced my steps up the
Mews. My head got giddy, and my eyes seemed able to see nothing but the
figure of the little crook-ba