I could not get Mr.Robert Turold's suicide out of my head.

It seemed such a dreadful thing for a wealthy man to do--so common and vulgar! Suicide sticks to a family so--it is never really forgotten.

It is much easier to live down an embezzlement or misappropriation of trust funds.

The thought of it put the other thing--the fire and young Mr.Turold and his wet clothes--out of my head completely, for the time.
"As I was lying there tossing and thinking I heard a light footstep pass my door.

I slipped out of bed, and opening the door a little, looked out.
I saw Mr.Turold, fully dressed, a light in his hand, turning down the passage which led to his son's room.