"You will think me mad.

Perhaps it is the most charitable conclusion you could come to.
But I fully realize that when a thing is beyond an apology, it is an insult to offer one.

The key of the door is under the pillow on the bed.

Perhaps you will not mind finding it for yourself." He sat down with the words in a heavy, dogged fashion, holding the revolver dangling between his knees.

There was grim despair in his attitude; his look was that of a man utterly spent.