One thing I did discover, however.
Turning the leaf of a blotting-book that was by Marnham's elbow, I came upon a sheet of paper on which were written these words in his hand, "Greater love hath no man than this--" that was all.
Either he had forgotten the end of the quotation or changed his mind, or was unable through weakness to finish the sentence.
This paper also I put in my pocket.

Bolting the shutters and locking the door I returned to the stoep, where I was alone, for as yet no one else was stirring.

Then I remembered the letter in my pocket and opened it.

It ran-- "Dear Mr.Quatermain,-- "I have remembered that those who quarrel with Dr.Rodd are apt to die soon and suddenly; at any rate life at my age is always uncertain.

Therefore, as I know you to be an honest man, I am enclosing my will that it may be in safe keeping and purpose to send it to your room to-morrow morning.