The Narrator breaks in:
When I opened the diary today, there was no new writing added to the end. It was highly upsetting, in the light of Meribabell’s last entry, though I must add that I was half expecting it. All last night his final line ran over and over in my mind.
How I wish I could see what is transpiring!
Then – before my watching eyes a blotch of ink appeared on the page and spread in a flurry of scribbles.
And then stopped.