Wrayson gave him the money, and stepped back into the room. He gave the paper to the Colonel, who read it calmly, first to himself and then aloud.
"I leave you to your conshens. He may have been bad, but he was good to me!
"AGNES B."
The Colonel's eyes grew very soft.
"Poor little woman," he said to himself. "Wrayson, you'll look after her. You'll see she doesn't come to grief!"
There was the sound of a heavy fall in the room above. The Colonel's face assumed an air of intense irritation.
"It's that infernal window pole," he declared. "I had doubts about it all the time."
Wrayson looked at him in horror.