“‘Will you do something else for me?’
“‘Of course I will,’ I answered, ‘anything you ask.’
“‘My wife ...’ he murmured.
“‘Your wife?’ I said.
“‘She’s in London,’ he whispered, and he gave me the address, dragging it up out of the depths of his memory.
“In London! Even in that dim room, with the dying man there beneath my hand, I felt my heart bound with a physical sensation.
“‘Just tell her,’ he added; ‘she won’t mind. She won’t make you a scene.’
“He was silent then, but drank a great draught of water.
“‘Is there any one else?’ I asked.
“His head moved very feebly in the negative on the pillow.