You say you would like to do something for me.

Will you write to my mother after I am gone, and tell her?
Tell her how little I suffered, and how good every one was to me, a perfect stranger.

Will you do this ?' "Jack bent his head.

'Willingly,' he said.
"'You will find her address in this book,' he went on, handing a thick leather pocket-book to Jack.

'Also a sort of will--roughly drawn up, but correctly--leaving her all I have, and the amount of that, and the Bank it is in--all is noted.