And yet Markley sends me another poem, entitled "Despondency," in which he exclaims, "Oh, bury me deep in the ocean blue, Where the roaring billows laugh; Oh, cast me away on the weltering sea, Where the dolphins will bite me in half." Now, Mr.Grady, if you can find a competent assassin, I wouldn't make it a point with him to oblige Mr.Markley.I don't care particularly to have the poet buried in the weltering sea.

If he can't find a roaring billow, I'll be perfectly satisfied to have him chucked into a creek.

And I dare say that it'll make no material difference whether the dolphins gobble him or the catfish and eels nibble him up.

It's all the same in the long run.

Mention this to your murderer when you speak to him, will you?
Now, I'll show you why this thing takes all the heart out of me.