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           ThemoreIthinkofit,themadderIseemtoget;andthetwolines,eachcontinuallystrengthened,seemtopullharderinoppositedirections."

           "Whattwolines?"Helookedatmekeenlyforamomentbeforereplying.DoctorWinchester’slookatsuchmomentswasapttobedisconcerting.ItwouldhavebeensotomehadIhadapersonalpart,otherthanmyinterestinMissTrelawny,inthematter.Asitwas,however,Istooditunruffled.Iwasnowanattorneyinthecase;anamicuscuriaeinonesense,inanotherretainedforthedefence.Themerethoughtthatinthiscleverman’smindweretwolines,equallystrongandopposite,wasinitselfsoconsolingastoneutralisemyanxietyastoanewattack.Ashebegantospeak,theDoctor’sfaceworeaninscrutablesmile;this,however,gaveplacetoasterngravityasheproceeded:

           "Twolines:Factand—Fancy!Inthefirstthereisthiswholething;attacks,attemptsatrobberyandmurder;stupefyings;organisedcatalepsywhichpointstoeithercriminalhypnotismandthoughtsuggestion,orsomesimpleformofpoisoningunclassifiedyetinourtoxicology.IntheotherthereissomeinfluenceatworkwhichisnotclassifiedinanybookthatIknow—outsidethepagesofromance.IneverfeltinmylifesostronglythetruthofHamlet’swords:

           ’TherearemorethingsinHeavenandearth...Thanaredreamtofinyourphilosophy.’

           "Letustakethe’Fact’sidefirst.