But I'm done for now." Latimer is usually a pink, prosperous-looking man.

Now he was white and flabby, a piteous spectacle.

"You are executor under my will," he continued.
"Heaven knows I've nothing to leave.

But you'll see things straight for me, if anything happens?
You will look after Lucy and the kids, won't you ?" I was on the point of undertaking to do so, in the event of the continuance of his craving for prussic acid, when I reflected upon my own approaching bow and farewell to the world where Lucy and the kids would still be wandering.

I am always being brought up against this final fireproof curtain.