Then I turned the wheels to the edge and started the engine up. . . .
The car came to rest finally about six hundred feet below the road—a
battered blazing wreck.
For a moment I watched her burn, and, being human and very much in love
with my dead wife, felt better than I had felt for many a month.
That was three days ago.
To-morrow morning I shall report for duty.
VI
September 5th, 1929