But I happen, as you know, to have studied
canine virus with some attention, and I have an objection to
rivalling some effects of it that I have witnessed. Before you
receive this, I shall be dead. I shall not trouble your
hospitable roof, and I am sorry to trouble Jephson. But the
searchers may find my body in Bushey Park.
"So long!--and, on the whole, so best. . . . I find, having lost
Farrell, that _I cannot do without him_.
"You have been endlessly good to me. Remember me as I was once
on a time, and so I shall always be--Yours,"
"Jack."
That is the end of the tale [concluded Otway], except for this--
Twelve months later, being on leave and wanting to clear up the
mystery of the newspaper report, I took a train down to C--, past
Gravesend, made inquiries of the police, and finally hunted up the
juryman who had shown so much emotion at the inquest. I found a
little whiskered grocer, weighing out margarine in a shed that was
half shop, half canteen. All I extracted from him was this--
"Yes, to be sure, sir, I remember it perfectly.
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