RODD'S LAST CARD The man led me to Marnham's room, which I had never entered before.

All I could see at first, for the shutters were closed, was that the place seemed large, as bedchambers go in South Africa.

When my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I made out the figure of a man seated in a chair with his head bent forward over a table that was placed at the foot of the bed almost in the centre of the room.

I threw open the shutters and the morning light poured in.

The man was Marnham.