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THE murder of Matthew Russell continued to upset me terribly, and night and day I could not keep my thoughts away from it. He had been a man of such lovable character and such a general favorite with everyone. Mixing in all the best society of the city and on intimate terms with the highest persons in the State, he had nevertheless worked whole-heartedly under me. Apparently in complete forgetfulness that while he had been an important man in the community, I, after all, was still only a poor office clerk, he had taken orders from me just as the humblest and most insignificant of my patrols, and although many years my senior, had always treated me with the respect and deference due to a superior officer.
I felt his loss terribly and I learned afterwards that it added not a little to my popularity with the special service men that everyone could see how genuinely grieved I was. It made them realise the spirit of camaraderie that there was amongst us.