bring trouble, and even disgrace, upon some whom I was especially bound to shield from anything of the kind.  I took steps to insure that any evil which might come should fall on me only, and that”—­here he turned and looked at the prisoner—­“was the cause of conduct upon my part which has been too harshly judged.  My only motive was to screen those who were dear to me from any possible connection with scandal or disgrace.  That scandal and disgrace would come with my brother was only to say that what had been would be again.

“My brother arrived himself one night not very long after my receipt of the letter.  I was sitting in my study after the servants had gone to bed, when I heard a footstep upon the gravel outside, and an instant later I saw his face looking in at me through the window.  He was a clean-shaven man like myself, and the resemblance between us was still so great that, for an instant, I thought it was my own reflection in the glass.  He had a dark patch over his eye, but our features were absolutely the same.  Then he smiled in a sardonic way which had been a trick of his from his boyhood, and I knew that he was the same brother who had driven me from my native land, and brought disgrace upon what had been an honourable name.  I went to the door and I admitted him.  That would be about ten o’clock that night.

“When he came into the glare of the lamp, I saw at once that he had fallen upon very evil days.  He had walked from Liverpool, and he was tired and ill.  I was quite shocked by the expression upon his face.  My medical knowledge told me that there was some serious internal malady.  He had been drinking also, and his face was bruised as the result of a scuffle which he had had with some sailors.  It was to cover his injured eye that he wore this patch, which he removed when he entered the room.  He was himself dressed in a pea-jacket and flannel shirt, and his feet were bursting through his boots.  But his poverty had only made him more savagely vindictive towards me.  His hatred rose to the height of a mania.  I had been rolling in money in England, according to his account, while he had been starving in South America.  I cannot describe to you the threats which he uttered or the insults which he poured upon me.  My impression is, that hardships and debauchery had unhinged his reason.  He paced about the room like a wild beast, demanding drink, demanding money, and all in the foulest language.  I am a hot-tempered man, but I thank God that I am able to say that I remained master of myself, and that I never raised a hand against him.  My coolness only irritated him the more.  He raved, he cursed, he shook his fists in my face, and then suddenly a horrible spasm passed over his features, he clapped his hand to his side, and with a loud cry he fell in a heap at my feet.  I raised him up and stretched him upon the sofa, but no answer came to my exclamations, and the hand which I held in mine was cold and clammy.  His diseased heart had broken down.  His own violence had killed him.