Vain, indeed, would it be to seek the help of Great Scotland Yard.

Harry had blown out his brains in the South Western Hotel at Southampton.
I have read the newspaper paragraph over and over again to-night.

There is no possible room for doubt that it is the same Harry.
The ways of man are past interpretation.

Here is an individual who lures a girl from an oriental harem, attires her in disgusting garments, smuggles her on board a steamer, where he claps her, so to speak, under hatches, and has little if anything to do with her, sets her penniless and ticketless in a London train, and then goes off and blows his brains out.

Where is the sense of it?
I have not a spark of sympathy for Harry--a callow, egotistical dealer in currants.