He did not curse Kedsty now.

His anger was gone.

Kedsty had seen all the time what he, like a fool, had not thought of.

No matter how the Inspector might feel in that deeply buried heart of his, he could not do otherwise than he was doing.

He, James Kent, who hated a lie above all the things on the earth, was kin-as-kisew--the blackest liar of all, a man who lied when he was dying.
And for that lie there was a great punishment.