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Waiting a few moments to make sure that the coast was all clear, I crept to my room and threw myself down upon the bed.
My brain was in a turmoil of bewilderment, but, strange to say, I do not think I was very much afraid. Instead a certain feeling of exultation thrilled through me as when one has faced some great danger and come through it unscathed. I had been put to the supreme test, I thought, and I had not been found wanting. For all these weeks the most astute detective in the Commonwealth had been devoting his entire energies to uncovering the secret he knew that I was hiding and he was now admitting that he had utterly failed. And I could all the more congratulate myself, because I had been attacked in an entirely unexpected quarter, and in one where I had made no extraordinary preparations for any defence.