You remember how I told you about my brother who was a Pekin merchant.

He is dead." "Oh, I am so sorry." "My dear, what is the use of being sorry.

I never cry over spilt milk, or assume a virtue which I have not.

My brother and I were almost strangers, as we lived apart for so many years.

However, he came home to die at Brighton, and a few weeks ago--just after this murder took place, in fact--I was summoned to his death-bed.