He meditated quietly for some time as to how he should take away his
life. At last he came to a decision, and a strange smile lit up his
face. "Yes, that is an admirable plan; now for the means of carrying it
out. First, I must have a sovereign or so. I can pawn my watch. Now for
the ballast." He glanced round the room. "Yes, that will do." He rose
and collected several heavy leaden paperweights from the different desks
in the offices and put them into his pockets. "That will be sufficient.
Now I will go to Brighton. It is a glorious evening. I will smell the
sea-air once more. I will have a last dinner at an hotel; and then at
night, when the tide is high, I will throw myself off the pier; this
weight of lead will keep me down. And the next morning my creditors may
seize my body: they are welcome to it."