You must take it as gripped.

Goodbye, old chap." I bade him good-bye and Marigold wheeled me away.
A few days afterwards they told me that this gay, gallant, honourable, sensitive gentleman was dead.

Although I had known him so little, it seemed that I knew him very intimately, and I deeply mourned his loss.
I think this episode was the most striking of what I may term personal events during those autumn months.
Of Randall Holmes we continued to hear in the same mysterious manner.
His mother visited the firm of solicitors in London through whom his correspondence passed.

They pleaded ignorance of his doings and professional secrecy as to the disclosure of his whereabouts.

In December he ceased writing altogether, and twice a week Mrs.Holmes received a formal communication from the lawyers to the effect that they had been instructed by her son to inform her that he was in perfect health and sent her his affectionate greetings.