He lost everything.

He came this morning about his business as usual, but, overcome by despair, stabbed himself, most regrettably in the apartments of monsieur." "Since you know all about him, perhaps you can tell me his name ?" Hunterleys asked.
"James Allen.

Monsieur may recall him to his memory.

He was tall and of pale complexion, respectable-looking, but a man of discontented appearance.

The intention had probably been in his mind for some time." "Is there any objection to my seeing the body ?" Hunterleys enquired.
The official shrugged his shoulders.
"But, monsieur, all is finished with the poor fellow.