"Well, sir, I thought no more of the matter, and never would have done had it not been for my wife. Only a few weeks ago she was cleaning out Sir Charles's study--it had never been touched since his death--and she found the ashes of a burned letter in the back of the grate. The greater part of it was charred to pieces, but one little slip, the end of a page, hung together, and the writing could still be read, though it was gray on a black ground. It seemed to us to be a postscript at the end of the letter, and it said: 'Please, please, as you are a gentleman, burn this letter, and be at the gate by ten o clock. Beneath it were signed the initials L. L."
-- Zapomniałem już o tym szczególe, gdy przed paru tygodniami, moja żona, porządkując w gabinecie sir Karola -- (pozostał nietknięty od jego śmierci) -- otóż moja żona znalazła w popiele z kominka niedopalony szczątek listu; były na nim wypisane słowa: „Proszę i zaklinam pana, abyś ten list spalił i przyszedł do furtki o dziesiątej.” Pod spodem były litery _L. L._