I found this blade as I examined your poor father's body.

It was broken off close to the hilt, and left in the wound, which can hardly have bled at all.

Death must have been immediate.
It's a strange business, Jasper, and a strange blade by the look of it." I took the blade from his hand.

It was about four inches in length, sharp, and curiously worked: one side was quite plain, but the other was covered with intricate tracery, and down the centre, bordered with delicate fruit and flowers, I spelt out the legend "Ricordati." "What does that word mean ?" I asked, as I handed back the steel.
My voice was so calm and steady that Uncle Loveday glanced at me for a moment in amazement before he answered-- "It's not Latin, Jasper, but it's like Latin, and I should think must mean 'Remember,' or something of the sort." "'Remember,'" I repeated.

"I will, uncle.