April 28.  The suspension of my lectureship has had the effect also of taking away her means of annoying me, and so I have enjoyed two blessed days of peace.  After all, there is no reason to despair.  Sympathy pours in to me from all sides, and every one agrees that it is my devotion to science and the arduous nature of my researches which have shaken my nervous system.  I have had the kindest message from the council advising me to travel abroad, and expressing the confident hope that I may be able to resume all my duties by the beginning of the summer term.  Nothing could be more flattering than their allusions to my career and to my services to the university.  It is only in misfortune that one can test one’s own popularity.  This creature may weary of tormenting me, and then all may yet be well.  May God grant it!

April 29.  Our sleepy little town has had a small sensation.  The only knowledge of crime which we ever have is when a rowdy undergraduate breaks a few lamps or comes to blows with a policeman.  Last night, however, there was an attempt made to break-into the branch of the Bank of England, and we are all in a flutter in consequence.

Parkenson, the manager, is an intimate friend of mine, and I found him very much excited when I walked round there after breakfast.  Had the thieves broken into the counting-house, they would still have had the safes to reckon with, so that the defence was considerably stronger than the attack.  Indeed, the latter does not appear to have ever been very formidable.  Two of the lower windows have marks as if a chisel or some such instrument had been pushed under them to force them open.  The police should have a good clue, for the wood-work had been done with green paint only the day before, and from the smears it is evident that some of it has found its way on to the criminal’s hands or clothes.

4.30 P. M. Ah, that accursed woman!  That thrice accursed woman!  Never mind!  She shall not beat me!  No, she shall not!  But, oh, the she-devil!  She has taken my professorship.  Now she would take my honor.  Is there nothing I can do against her, nothing save——­ Ah, but, hard pushed as I am, I cannot bring myself to think of that!

It was about an hour ago that I went into my bedroom, and was brushing my hair before the glass, when suddenly my eyes lit upon something which left me so sick and cold that I sat down upon the edge of the bed and began to cry.  It is many a long year since I shed tears, but all my nerve was gone, and I could but sob and sob in impotent grief and anger.  There was my house jacket, the coat I usually wear after dinner, hanging on its peg by the wardrobe, with the right sleeve thickly crusted from wrist to elbow with daubs of green paint.

So this was what she meant by another turn of the screw!  She had made a public imbecile of me.  Now she would brand me as a criminal.  This time she has failed.  But how about the next?  I dare not think of it—­and of Agatha and my poor old mother!  I wish that I were dead!