THE EPISODE OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT COMMIT SUICIDE After my poor friend Le Geyt had murdered his wife, in a sudden access of uncontrollable anger, under the deepest provocation, the police naturally began to inquire for him.

It is a way they have; the police are no respecters of persons; neither do they pry into the question of motives.

They are but poor casuists.

A murder is for them a murder, and a murderer a murderer; it is not their habit to divide and distinguish between case and case with Hilda Wade's analytical accuracy.
As soon as my duties at St.Nathaniel's permitted me, on the evening of the discovery, I rushed round to Mrs.Mallet's, Le Geyt's sister.

I had been detained at the hospital for some hours, however, watching a critical case; and by the time I reached Great Stanhope Street I found Hilda Wade, in her nurse's dress, there before me.