The police ran an operation to get vagrants off the streets.

[…] Dr. Grant had brought on apoplexy and death, by three great institutionary dinners in one week, […]

You know why I think you're working with Cristos? Because once I was captured, once he got what he wanted, it would be far easier to pin it all on me, to kill my wife, dump her body where it would never be found, convince me and the world that I was crazy, no trial, just lock me up in a padded room until I succumbed to the cancer. That sounds like a pretty good plan, Frank said, half joking.

As one self-perfects (self-normalizes), the motivation to do evil diminishes, and the ease with which one does what is good increases.