ted to gain possession of diamonds and rubies."

"Then your conclusion is, that by filling his mind with such thoughts he
may have accustomed himself to the idea of crime in connection with
jewels?"

"Exactly. The worst of it is, that we may become habituated to anything.
For instance, all ordinary men are abashed in the presence of the dead.
No matter how strong-minded a man may be, or how much he may scoff at
the idea of ghosts and the like, he will prefer company if he must sit
up with a corpse. More than that, the slightest sound in the room, as
the moving of the ice in the ice box, will cause a shiver to pass
through him. Yet physicians who study frequently in the dissecting-room,
come to have that contempt of a dead body that a butcher has for the
meat which he sells."

"Your argument is not bad, Mr. Randolph. It is not impossible that your
friend might be generous and gentle, and yet with a mania for the
possession of jewels, and with the knowledge of all the crimes that have
been committed to gain them, the temptation to kill or steal would
perhaps become over-powering, where his passion sees an opportunity to
be satisfied. It is an odd world."

"Do you think, that in a case of that kind, the man would be excusable
on the plea of mania? Legally I mean?"

"Well no, I do not! Psychologically I admit that you may be correct, and
I can sympathize with a man who became a criminal in such a way. But
legally, he would be culpable. At least I think so. The question to be
answered is, did your friend steal those jewels? You slept with him that
night, what do you think?"

"I don't know what to think. He could not have left the berth without
climbing over me, and though I sleep soundly, that ought to have
awakened me. Then besides, if he did get out and take the things, where
could he have hidden them, and how did they get to New Haven? By the
way, I suppose you have the description of the man who left the satchel
at the hotel? Does it tally with that of my friend?"

"I can't say. It is rather vague. The clerk says the man was of medium
size, with red hair and beard, whilst the porter who saw him also, is
equally positive that he had black hair and no beard. The last fits Mr.
Mitchel better than the first, but it is a description which would do as
well for a thousand men found in a walk along Broadway."

"I almost think that after all the thief is some one else."

"Let us hope so, Mr. Randolph. I will say this mu