Jelf plucked me impatiently by the sleeve.
"Better let the thing drop," he whispered. "The chairman is right
enough. You dreamt it; and the less said now the better."
I was not to be silenced, however, in this fashion. I had yet something
to say, and I would say it. It was to this effect: that dreams were
not usually productive of tangible results, and that I requested to
know in what way the chairman conceived I had evolved from my dream
so substantial and well-made a delusion as the cigar-case which I had
had the honor to place before him at the commencement of our interview.
"The cigar-case, I admit, Mr. Langford," the chairman replied, "is a
very strong point in your evidence. It is your _only_ strong point,
however, and there is just a possibility that we may all be misled by
a mere accidental resemblance. Will you permit me to see the case
again?"
"It is unlikely," I said, as I handed it to him, "that any other should
bear precisely this monogram, and yet be in all other particulars
exactly similar.
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