Farewell,
GIUSEPPE DORIA.

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Ten days after Peter Ganns had read this narrative and its sequel at
his snug home outside Boston, there awaited him, upon his breakfast
table, a little parcel from England. The packet suggested an
addition to Peter's famous collection of snuffboxes. He had left
certain commissions behind him in London and doubted not that a new
treasure awaited him. But he was disappointed. Something far more
amazing than any snuffbox now challenged his astonished eyes. There
came a long letter from Mark Brendon also, which repeated
information already familiar to Peter through the newspapers; but
added other facts for him alone.

NEW SCOTLAND YARD, 20 October 1921.

MY DEAR PETER GANNS: You will have heard of Pendean's
confession and message to you; but you may not have read full
details as they concern you personally. I inclose his gift; and
it is safe to bet that neither you nor any man will henceforth
possess anything more remarkable. He made a will in prison and
the law decides that I inherit his personal estate; but you
will not be surprised to learn that I have handed it over to
the police orphanages of my country and yours in equal
proportions.

The facts are these. As the day approached for his execution,
extraordinary precautions were taken, but Pendean behaved with
utmost restraint, gave no trouble and made no threat. Having
completed his written statement, he asked to be permitted to
copy it on a type-writer, but leave to do so was not granted.
He kept the communication on his person and he was promised
that no attempt to read it should be made until after his
execution. Indeed he received this undertaking before he put
pen to paper. He preserved a quiet and orderly manner, ate
well, took exercise with his guards and smoked many cigarettes.
I may mention that the body of Robert Redmayne was found where
he buried it; but the tides have deflected the beach gravels of
Bendigo's grave and search there has revealed nothing.

Upon his last night but one, Pendean retired as usual and
apparently slept for some hours with the bedclothes up to his
face. A warder sat on each side of him and a light was burning.
Suddenly he gave a sigh and held out his hand to the man o