It would die a natural death without any intervention from him.

Was there any need of suicide?
Suicide! Great God! his whole life had been one long suicide.
* * * * * That same morning Charlie Geary had eaten a very thick underdone steak for breakfast after enjoying a fine long sleep of eight hours.

Toward eight o'clock he went downtown.

He did not take a car; he preferred to walk; it helped his digestion and it gave him exercise.

At night he walked home as well; that gave him an appetite; besides, with the ten cents that he saved in this way, he bought himself a nice cigar that he smoked in the evening to help digest his supper.