“No pistol was ever found,” I answered with a smile, forgetting for the moment that he could not see.  “If such an instrument had been found in the street after a murder of such consequence, it certainly would have been brought to the police.”

“You forget that a good pistol is valuable property,” he went on stolidly.  “Someone came along before the general alarm was given; and seeing such a treasure lying on the sidewalk, picked it up and carried it off.  Not being an honest man, he preferred to keep it to drawing the attention of the police upon himself.”

“Hum, perhaps,” said I; “but where did you get it.  Surely you can tell where you procured such a weapon, if, as your wife intimates, you did not own one.”

“I bought it that selfsame night of a friend; a friend whom I will not name, since he resides no longer in this country.  I—­” He paused; intense passion was in his face; he turned towards his wife, and a low cry escaped him, which made her look up in fear.

“I do not wish to go into any particulars,” said he.  “God forsook me and I committed a horrible crime.  When I am punished, perhaps peace will return to me and happiness to her.  I would not wish her to suffer too long or too bitterly for my sin.”

“Constant!” What love was in the cry!  It seemed to move him and turn his thoughts for a moment into a different channel.

“Poor child!” he murmured, stretching out his hands by an irresistible impulse towards her.  But the change was but momentary, and he was soon again the stem and determined self-accuser.  “Are you going to take me before a magistrate?” he asked.  “If so, I have a few duties to perform which you are welcome to witness.”

This was too much; I felt that the time had come for me to disabuse his mind of the impression he had unwittingly formed of me.  I therefore said as considerately as I could: 

“You mistake my position, Dr. Zabriskie.  Though a detective of some experience, I have no connection with the police and no right to intrude myself in a matter of such tragic importance.  If, however, you are as anxious as you say to subject yourself to police examination, I will mention the same to the proper authorities, and leave them to take such action as they think best.”

“That will be still more satisfactory to me,” said he; “for though I have many times contemplated giving myself up, I have still much to do before I can leave my home and practice without injury to others.  Good-day; when you want me you will find me here.”

He was gone, and the poor young wife was left crouching on the floor alone.  Pitying her shame and terror, I ventured to remark that it was not an uncommon thing for a man to confess to a crime he had never committed, and assured her that the matter would be inquired into very carefully before any attempt was made upon his liberty.

She thanked me, and slowly rising, tried to regain her equanimity; but the manner as well as the matter of her husband’s self-condemnation was too overwhelming in its nature for her to recover readily from her emotions.