Circumstantial Evidence Is Occasionally Very Convincing, As

It Is Stupidity Rather Than Courage To Refuse To Recognize Danger When It Is Close Upon You.

There Is Nothing Like First-hand Evidence.

His Love Of Danger, His Intense Appreciation Of The Drama Of An Adventure--all The More Intense For Being Held Tightly In--his Consistent View That Every Peril In Life Is A Form Of Sport, A Fierce Game Betwixt You And Fate, With Death As A Forfeit, Made Him A Wonderful Companion At Such Hours.

To All The World He Was The Man Of Violence, Half Animal And Half Demon; But To Her He Always Remained The Little Wilful Boy Of Her Own Girlhood, The Child Who Had Clung To Her Hand. Evil Indeed Is The Man Who Has Not One Woman To Mourn Him.

It Is Not My Intention To Be Fulsome, But I Confess That I Covet Your Skull.