years younger than I am and ten years younger than men who have drudged virtuously and uncomplainingly on the “Thy-will-be-done” plan.  I am certainly a better man, better looking, better feeling, stronger in every way than I was before I committed this crime.  It is absolute nonsense, therefore, to say that sin or crime (I mean intelligent sin or crime) put an ugly stamp on a man.  The ugly stamp comes from bad health, bad surroundings, bad conditions of life, and these can usually be changed by money. Which I have!

   V

Last night (July 4th) I shot a man (Martinez) at the Ansonia Hotel.  I observed my sensations carefully and must say that they were of a most commonplace character.  There was no danger in the adventure, nothing difficult about it; in fact, it was far less exciting than shooting moose in the Maine woods or tracking grizzlies in the Rockies or going after tigers in India.  There is really nothing so tame as shooting a man!

   VI

There is no necessary connection between crime and vice.  Some of the most vicious men—­I mean gluttons, drunkards, degenerates, drug fiends, etc. have never committed any crimes of importance.  On the other hand, I am satisfied that great criminals are usually free from vices.  It must be so, for vices weaken the will and dull the brain.  I take a little wine at my meals, but never to excess, and I never was drunk in my life.  I smoke three or four cigars a day and occasionally a cigarette, that is all.  And I never gamble.  No doubt there are vicious criminals, but they would probably have been vicious if they had not been criminals.

   VII

I have the most tremendous admiration for myself, for my courage, for my intelligence, for the use I have made of my opportunities.  I started as the son of a broken-down nobleman, my material assets being a trumpery title.  My best chance was to marry one of the vain and shallow rich women of America, and by many brilliant maneuvers in a most difficult and delicate campaign, I succeeded in marrying the very richest of them.  She was a widow with an enormous fortune that her husband (a rapacious brute) had wrung from the toil of thousands in torturing mines.  Following his method, I disposed of the woman, then of her daughter, and came into possession of the fortune.  It would have been a silly thing to leave such vast potential power to a chit of a girl unable to use it or appreciate it.  I have used it as a master, as a man of brain, as a gentleman.  I have made myself a force throughout Europe, I have overthrown ministries, averted wars, built up great industries, helped the development of literature and art; in short, I have made amends for the brutality and dishonesty of the lady’s first husband.  I believe his name was Mike!

   VIII