“You will say, no doubt, using the language of the law, that ’to make out my case,’ I should rather undervalue, than insist upon a full estimation of the activity required in this matter.  This may be the practice in law, but it is not the usage of reason.  My ultimate object is only the truth.  My immediate purpose is to lead you to place in juxta-position, that very unusual activity of which I have just spoken with that very peculiar shrill (or harsh) and unequal voice, about whose nationality no two persons could be found to agree, and in whose utterance no syllabification could be detected.”

At these words a vague and half-formed conception of the meaning of Dupin flitted over my mind.  I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension without power to comprehend — men, at times, find themselves upon the brink of remembrance without being able, in the end, to remember.  My friend went on with his discourse.

“You will see,” he said, “that I have shifted the question from the mode of egress to that of ingress.  It was my design to convey the idea that both were effected in the same manner, at the same point.  Let us now revert to the interior of the room.  Let us survey the appearances here.  The drawers of the bureau, it is said, had been rifled, although many articles of apparel still remained within them.  The conclusion here is absurd.  It is a mere guess — a very silly one - and no more.  How are we to know that the articles found in the drawers were not all these drawers had originally contained?  Madame L’Espanaye and her daughter lived an exceedingly retired life — saw no company — seldom went out — had little use for numerous changes of habiliment.  Those found were at least of as good quality as any likely to be possessed by these ladies.  If a thief had taken any, why did he not take the best — why did he not take all?  In a word, why did he abandon four thousand francs in gold to encumber himself with a bundle of linen?  The gold was abandoned.  Nearly the whole sum mentioned by Monsieur Mignaud, the banker, was discovered, in bags, upon the floor.  I wish you, therefore, to discard from your thoughts the blundering idea of motive, engendered in the brains of the police by that portion of the evidence which speaks of money delivered at the door of the house.  Coincidences ten times as remarkable as this (the delivery of the money, and murder committed within three days upon the party receiving it), happen to all of us every hour of our lives, without attracting even momentary notice.  Coincidences, in general, are great stumbling-blocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilities — that theory to which the most glorious objects of human research are indebted for the most glorious of illustration.  In the present instance, had the gold been gone, the fact of its delivery three days before would have formed something more than a coincidence.  It would have been corroborative of this idea of motive.  But, under the real circumstances of the case, if we are to suppose gold the motive of this outrage, we must also imagine the perpetrator so vacillating an idiot as to have abandoned his gold and his motive together.