It said I had brooded there all this time till the mania got uppermost, and so came down to wreak my vengeance.

They never even did me the credit of calling me crazy; I was a fiend incarnate, a beast without soul, and a lot of things like that; and, remember, I had never harmed a living thing in all my life.

However, that wasn't what hurt.
What turned me into a dull, dead, suffering thing was the knowledge that she was gone.

For hours I couldn't get beyond that fact.

Then came the realization that Bennett had done it, for I reasoned that he had dragged a hint of the truth from her by very force of the fear he held her in--and slain her.