w that tenant is
dead, and at the earnest prayer of the Charities which benefit under
Quatermain's will, and of myself--for in my uncertain state of health
I have for long been most anxious to wind up this executorship--about
eight months ago the Court at last consented to the distribution of this
large fund in accordance with the terms of the will.

"This, of course, involved the sale of the real property, and before it
was put up to auction I went over the house in company of the solicitor
appointed by the Court. On the top landing, in the room Quatermain used
to occupy, we found a sealed cupboard that I opened. It proved to be
full of various articles which evidently he had prized because of their
associations with his earthy life. These I need not enumerate here,
especially as I have reserved them as his residuary legatee and, in the
event of my death, they will pass to you under my will.

"Among these relics, however, I found a stout box, made of some red
foreign wood, that contained various documents and letters and a
bundle of manuscripts. Under the tape which fastened these manuscripts
together, as you will see, is a scrap of paper on which is written, in
blue pencil, a direction signed 'Allan Quatermain,' that in the event of
anything happening to him, these MSS. are to be sent to you (for whom,
as you know, he had a high regard), and that at your sole discretion you
are to burn or publish them as you may see fit.

"So, after all these years, as we both remain alive, I carry out our old
friend's instructions and send you his bequest, which I trust may prove
of interest and value. I have read the MS. called 'Marie,' and certainly
am of the opinion that it ought to be published, for I think it a
strange and moving tale of a great love--full, moreover, of forgotten
history.

"That named 'Child of Storm' also seems very interesting as a study of
savage life, and the others may be the same; but my eyes are troubling
me so much that I have not been able to decipher them. I hope, however,
that I may be spared long enough to see them in print.

"Poor old Allan Quatermain. It is as though he had suddenly reappeared
from the dead! So at least I thought as I perused these stories of a
period of his life of which I do not remember his speaking to me.

"And now my responsibility in this matter is finished and yours begins.
Do what you like about the manuscripts."

"George Curtis."

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