Death hasted upon him too suddenly to allow him to explain his precautions.

Welbeck had placed the book in his collection, purposing some time to peruse it; but, deterred by anxieties which the perusal would have dissipated, he rushed to desperation and suicide, from which some evanescent contingency, by unfolding this treasure to his view, would have effectually rescued him.
But was this event to be regretted?
This sum, like the former, would probably have been expended in the same pernicious prodigality.

His career would have continued some time longer; but his inveterate habits would have finally conducted his existence to the same criminal and ignominious close.
But the destiny of Welbeck was accomplished.

The money was placed, without guilt or artifice, in my possession.

My fortune had been thus unexpectedly and wondrously propitious.