one at night
There should be no loose ends if he was ever charged with corruption . Down in his soul he knew he was a coward . He could not face disgrace , any more than he could face the guns of battle . If his pillow was not always a restful one at night ; if he tossed more than he should at his age -- he was but thirty-eight -- no one knew it . His conscience smote him now and then . In his earlier days he had tricked a widow and caused her to be separated from her last penny . Afterwards , he learned she had committed suicide .