So, essentially, this is about a man who goes crazy and commits suicide in a very interesting way. Or else, it's about a man who sees souls, and goes to great length to look for his own.
I wonder why he decided the thing he sees is a soul. If the mass-murderer has a big one, and the community-minded priest has a small one, maybe it's a bad thing to have? Maybe it's not the soul, but the repository of sins?
Oh well. It was an ok story, but the best thing about it was the reading by Alasdair.