And he valued his place in the world mightily.

But he wrote down the story of his own disgrace in his diary--it had to come out of him! And then, timid and cautious as he was, he did not destroy the book! He let it get out of his possession." It was an evil, a monstrous personality which leered out of Logan Black's diary.

Boastful of his own iniquity, swaggering in his wickedness, fatuous with self-love, he recounted his deeds with gusto and with particularity.

They did not read a quarter of this terrible autobiography at the time, but they read enough to see the man in the process of building up a criminal organization of his own, with ramifications of the most surprising nature.
"This man," said Dr.Farnsworth, with a shudder, "actually has the ambition to be the head of nothing less than a crime trust." "It seems to be something more than an ambition," said Cleggett.

"It seems to be almost an accomplished fact." "Ugh!" said Lady Agatha, with a gesture of disgust, "he's like a great horrid spider spinning webs!" Interested in anarchy only on its practical side, as the paid dynamiter of the inner circle of radicals, Logan Black in his diary jeered at and mocked the cause he served.