It was folded and addressed in pencil, "To the fellow-lodger." Jeffreys caught it eagerly, and in a turmoil of agitation read the few lines within.
"Your friend was not alone when he died, peacefully, this afternoon.

He left a message for you.

`Tell him he was right when he told me I had a chance.

If it had not been for him I should have lost it.' He also said, `Some day he may see mother and tell her about me.

Tell her I died better than I lived.' Dear friend, whose name I do not know, don't lose heart.