ISOBEL. It’s his, and you’re not to touch it! He has given his time to it, and you’re not going to throw it away as if it were nothing. It’s for _him_ to say. WILLIAM (_upset_). Really! I was only just—— _ROYCE comes in._ ROYCE (_excitedly_). I say! ISOBEL. Mr. Royce, we have some news for you. We have decided that the man Jenkins never existed. Isn’t it nice? ROYCE. Never existed? ISOBEL. He was just an hallucination. (_To WILLIAM_) Wasn’t that the word? ROYCE (_laughing_). Oh, I see. That’s rather funny. For what do you think I’ve got here? (_He holds up a faded piece of paper._) Stuck in this old pass-book. A letter from Jenkins! WILLIAM (_staggered_). O-o-o-o-oh! MARION (_bewildered_). It must be another Jenkins. Because we’ve just decided that our one never lived. ISOBEL. What is it? What does it say? ROYCE (_reading_). “Dear Oliver, You have given me everything. I leave you everything. Little enough, but it is yours. God bless you, dear Oliver.” ISOBEL (_moved_). Oh! WILLIAM. Let me look. (_He takes it._) ISOBEL (_to herself_). All those years ago! WILLIAM. Yes, there’s no doubt of it. (_He gives the paper back to ROYCE._) Wait! Let me think. (_He sits down, head in hands._) ROYCE. Well, that settles the money side of it, anyway. Whatever should have been the other man’s came rightly to Oliver Blayds. ISOBEL. Except the immortality. ROYCE. Ah, yes. I say nothing of that. (_Going to the desk and picking up his statement_) I shall have to rewrite this.... Well, the first part can stand.... I’m glad we aren’t going to be bothered about money. It would have been an impossible business to settle. WILLIAM (_triumphantly_). I’ve got it! MARION. What, dear? WILLIAM. Now I understand everything. ROYCE. What? WILLIAM. The 1863 volume. That always puzzled me. Always! Now, at last, we have the true explanation. (_Dramatically_) The 1863 volume was written by Jenkins! (_ISOBEL and ROYCE look at him in amazement; MARION in admiration._) ROYCE (_to himself_). Poor old Jenkins. MARION. Of course I liked all Grandfather’s poetry. There was some of it I didn’t understand, but I felt that _he_ knew——