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It was a gruesome sight--a pitiful sight--this lone inhabitant of mighty London.

I picked up the metal covered memoranda book. Its pages were rotten and stuck

together. Only here and there was a sentence or a part of a sentence legible. The

first that I could read was near the middle of the little volume:

His majesty left for Tunbridge Wells today, he ... jesty was stricken ... terday.

God give she does not die ... am military governor of Lon ..."

And farther on:

It is awful ... hundred deaths today ... worse than the bombardm ..."

Nearer the end I picked out the following:

I promised his maj ... e will find me here when he ret ... alone."

The most legible passage was on the next page:

Thank God we drove them out. There is not a single ... man on British soil

today; but at what awful cost. I tried to persuade Sir Phillip to urge the people to

remain. But they are mad with fear of the Death, and rage at our enemies. He

tells me that the coast cities are packed ... waiting to be taken across. What will

become of England, with none left to rebuild her shattered cities!"

And the last entry:

"... alone. Only the wild beasts ... A lion is roaring now beneath the palace

windows. I think the people feared the beasts even more than they did the Death.

But they are gone, all gone, and to what? How much better conditions will they

find on the continent? All gone--only I remain. I promised his majesty, and when

he returns he will find that I was true to my trust, for I shall be awaiting him.

God save the King!"

That was all. This brave and forever nameless officer died nobly at his post--true

to his country and his king. It was the Death, no doubt, that took him.

Some of the entries had been dated. From the few legible letters and figures

which remained I judge the end came some time in August, 1937, but of that I

am not at all certain.

The diary has cleared up at least one mystery that had puzzled me not a little,

and now I am surprised that I had not guessed its solution myself--the presence

of African and Asiatic beasts in England.

The Lost Continent