
Forty-eight years old and with no prospects in sight, Finley spent his last dime buying cyanide of potassium from a local pharmacy on September 27, 1920. The pharmacist, alarmed over the actor's odd demeanor, substituted bicarbonate of soda for the deadly poison. Alone in his room, its walls covered with one sheets of his bygone film successes, Finley took the "drug" and recorded his final moments in a series of notes. "I have taken what the druggist said was cyanide. I write this at 2:30 o'clock, ten minutes after taking the supposed fatal dose. I feel very much live--no bad effects." Minutes later in another note: "It is 2;45 A.M. I have some strychnine which I am going to give a try next. I will wait until 3 o'clock. I hope it will work. Goodbye, N.F." At 3 o'clock, a final note: "I have just taken the strychnine. Don't know much about it. The druggist said it would kill half a dozen dogs. The acid didn't work. I suffer no pangs of conscience. Don't believe I have any such thing. Hope this is goodbye. If it isn't I shall have to cut my throat." Hours later, a chambermaid found Finley dead from strychnine poisoning. A one cent piece, used as a paperweight, was found atop pawn tickets, bills, and a note addressed to the hotel staff apologizing for any inconvenience and thanking them for their kindness to him over the years.
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