That was the style of the letter, and it ended by imploring me to leave the window-latch open, and to be in the front room at three in the morning, when he would come to receive my last kiss and to bid me farewell.
"Bad as he was, I could not, when he trusted me, betray him.

I said nothing, but I was there at the hour.

He entered through the window, and implored me to give him the money.

He was terribly changed; gaunt, wolfish, and spoke like a madman.

I told him that I had spent the money.
He gnashed his teeth at me, and swore it was his money.