Just before six o'clock, when I crept on tiptoe back to the mysterious man's darkened room to see if he still slept, he called me eagerly in a low whisper, saying that he wished to speak to me in strict confidence. I therefore seated myself at his bedside and bent down, so that the effort of speaking should be as little as possible. "There is still one further favour I would beg of you, Signor Leaf. I wonder whether--whether you would grant it?" he asked very feebly, stretching out his thin hand until it rested upon my wrist. "If it is within my power, I will," I assured him. "Then you see this!" he exclaimed, drawing from beneath his pillow a small flat packet in white paper about four inches square and secured by three large black oval seals evidently impressed by some old monastic seal of the middle ages. "I want you," he said, "to accept the responsibility of this. They are papers of considerable value to certain relatives in Italy. Will you take charge of it, and three years after my death hand it intact to the Italian Ambassador? I appeal to you to do so, for you are my only friend, and I am dying," he added, in a tone of intense earnestness. "If you wish," I said, somewhat reluctant, however, to undertake such responsibility. And I took the packet, and, after examining the seals, transferred it to my pocket. The mysterious Massari firmly declined my offer to go to the Italian Church in Hatton Garden and fetch a priest. "I don't wish to see anybody," he snapped. "I have a reason. At least let me die in peace." And an hour later, just as Tulloch returned, he again fixed those bright staring eyes upon me and silently passed away, carrying with him his secret to the grave. It concerned a woman. That much he had admitted. Who was the woman, I wondered? What was her secret? "This man had a strange history, I feel convinced," I remarked in a low voice to Tulloch as we left the chamber of death together and quietly closed the door. "Yes," he said. "He seemed a queer fellow. But in my profession, old chap, we often meet strange people, you know. Men, when they are dying, frequently have curious fancies and extraordinary hallucinations." And then we went down into Mrs Gilbert's sitting-room to inform her of the unfortunate occurrence in her house. I locked the sealed packet and the bulky wallet safely away in my despatch-box, and when Sammy returned a little later I told him all that had occurred.