After drinking two mild Gibson cocktails and enjoying a crackling fire and the lively conversation, Mencken again complained of not feeling well, and before going upstairs to his third-floor back bedroom, again spoke to Cheslock. "Louis, this is the last time you'll see me," he said to his old friend, Rodgers wrote. At 9:15 p.m., Cheslock left the Hollins Street residence and drove home through a gathering sleet storm. Mencken climbed into bed, turned on the radio, and fell asleep listening to a Mozart concert. Early Sunday morning, when Rancho Brown, a Johns Hopkins Hospital orderly, arrived to help get...