Upon leaving Crommelin, Heberdon returned to the Gramercy Park house, consequently he did not see Alvey again. That night he doubled his dose, and again in the morning. Upon this day all restrictions were thrown to the winds. Whenever he felt a shiver of apprehension; whenever that bottomless gulf seemed about to yawn at his feet, he took more cocaine, and he soon lost all account of the amount. No human frame could stand this.
“It doesn’t matter about to-day. The lid is off to-day! I can go as far as I like! It’s only one day. To-morrow everything will be all right. My mind will be easy. To-morrow I’ll begin to brace up in earnest.”
He had no breakfast; the thought of food was loathsome to him. Some time during the morning in a lucid interval he started downtown to get the key he needed
