"I want you to unburden yourself to me, my dear chap, and tell me anything you can that will help me to clear up this mystery." John Lexman looked straight ahead with a worried frown.
"I would do almost anything for you, T.X.," he said quietly, "the more so since I know how good you were to Grace, but I can't help you in this matter.

I hated Kara living, I hate him dead," he cried, and there was a passion in his voice which was unmistakable; "he was the vilest thing that ever drew the breath of life.

There was no villainy too despicable, no cruelty so horrid but that he gloried in it.

If ever the devil were incarnate on earth he took the shape and the form of Remington Kara.

He died too merciful a death by all accounts.