J.S. Fletcher 
The Talleyrand Maxim 

‚It’s old Mr. Bartle, sir, ‚ he whispered. ‚He’s in your room there — dead ‚ ‚Dead?‘ exclaimed Eldrick. ‚Dead ‚ Pratt shook his head again. ‚He came up not so long after you’d gone, sir, ‚ he said. ‚Everybody had gone but me — I was just going. Wanted to see you about something I don’t know what. He was very tottery when he came in — complained of the stairs and the fog. I took him into your room, to sit down in the easy chair. And — he died straight off. Just, ‚ concluded Pratt, ‚just as if he was going quietly to sleep ‚