Was it politics, then, or was it a woman?
That was the question which confronted me.
I was inclined from the first to the latter supposition.

Political assassins are only too glad to do their work and to fly.

This murder had, on the contrary, been done most deliberately, and the perpetrator had left his tracks all over the room, showing that he had been there all the time.

It must have been a private wrong, and not a political one, which called for such a methodical revenge.

When the inscription was discovered upon the wall I was more inclined than ever to my opinion.