Conkling insisted on going to work. Then, as the storm steadily worsened, he refused a hack driver’s offer to drive him for fifty dollars, and insisted on walking home. It took even Conkling, who was a famously vigorous walker, three hours to walk the three miles from his office to the New York Club at Broadway and Twenty-first Street. Moments after he walked in the door, he fell facedown onto the entryway floor. “He didn’t crumble, he didn’t collapse,” his biographer would write. “He fell full length. For he was that kind of man.”
