"One day he pointed to a rough box made of some foreign wood (the same that I have now duly despatched to you by train), and, giving me your name and address, said that without fail it was to be forwarded to you after his death. Also he asked me to do up a manuscript, which, like the box, was to be sent to you.
"He saw me looking at the last sheets, which had been burned away, and said (I repeat his exact words)—
"'Yes, yes, that can't be helped now, it must go as it is. You see I made up my mind to destroy it after all, and it was already on the fire when the command came—the clear, unmistakable command—and I snatched it off again.'
"What Mr. Holly meant by this 'command' I do not know, for he would speak no more of the matter.
"I pass on to the last scene. One night about eleven o'cl
