She would no doubt return to London, and she would go to my lodgings to find out why I had broken my appointment.

To bring to justice the one woman whom I had dearly loved was too cruel a duty for a poor creature like me.

I preferred leaving the police force.

On the other hand, if she and I met before time had helped me to control myself, I had a horrid fear that I might turn murderer next, and kill her then and there.

The wretch had not only all but misled me into marrying her, but also into charging the innocent housemaid with being concerned in the murder.
The same night I hit on a way of clearing up such doubts as still harassed my mind.