Burn them.
They are best destroyed." Mr.Caryll nodded understanding, and on Sir Richard's part there followed another fight for breath, another attack of coughing, during which Bentley instinctively approached again.
When the paroxysm was past, Sir Richard turned once more to Justin, who was holding him in his arms, upright, to ease his breathing.

"Be good to Bentley," he murmured, his voice very faint and exhausted now.

"You are my heir, Justin.

All that I have--I set all in order ere I left Paris.
It--it is growing dark.

You have not snuffed the candles, Bentley.