He shook his head, tried to reach out his hand, but failed to grasp the scrap of paper which the inspector held out.

Then he burst into a loud cry: "Enough! I cannot hold out, with no other support than a wicked lie.

I killed my brother for reasons good as any man ever had for killing another.

But I shall not impart them.

I would rather be tried for murder and hanged." It was a complete breakdown, pitiful from its contrast with the man's herculean physique and fine, if contracted, features.