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The envelope contained two sheets of paper. The one was covered with a long communication in German; on the other stood a few words of English, written, or rather scrawled, in a hand there was no recognising:
'Ill again, and alone. If I die, act for me. Write to Mrs. Peak, Twybridge.'
Beneath was added, 'J. E. Earwaker, Staple Inn, London.'
He turned hurriedly to the foreign writing. Earwaker read a German book as easily as an English, but German ma.n.u.script was a terror to him. And the present correspondent wrote so execrably that beyond _Geehrter Herr_, scarcely a word yielded sense to his anxious eyes. Ha! One he had made out--_ges...o...b..n_.
Crumpling the papers into his pocket, he hastened out, and knocked at the door of an acquaintance in another part of the Inn. This was a man who had probably more skill in German cursive. Between them, they extracted the essence of the letter.
He who wrote was the landlord of an hotel in Vienna. He reported that an English gentleman, named Peak, just arrived from Italy, had taken a bedroom at that house. In the night, the stranger became very ill, sent for a doctor, and wrote the lines enclosed, the purport whereof he at the same time explained to his attendants. On the second day Mr. Peak died. Among his effects were found circular notes, and a sum of loose money. The body was about to be interred. Probably Mr. Earwaker would receive official communications, as the British consul had been informed of the matter. To whom should _bills_ be sent?
The man of letters walked slowly back to his own abode.
'Dead, too, in exile!' was his thought. 'Poor old fellow!'
