He also saw a note in the margin directing him to a certain page.

The note was in Richard's handwriting.

He opened the paper at the page indicated and saw the account of the marriage! His teeth clinched on his cigar, his face turned white, the paper fell from his fingers.

He gasped, his hands spread out nervously, then caught the table and held it as though to steady himself.
The trader rose.

"You are ill," he said.