He made an effort at thought, and was aware that he was on the floor; and seeing blood on the tiger-skin rug and on his arm, he knew he had shot himself.

"Idiotic! Missed!" he said, fumbling after the revolver.

The revolver was close beside him--he sought further off.

Still feeling for it, he stretched out to the other side, and not being strong enough to keep his balance, fell over, streaming with blood.