Traveling by train from Oxford to London one morning, Knox opened his copy of The Times and turned straight to the crossword puzzle, reputed to be the most difficult in the world. One of his fellow passengers, noticing that the priest had been staring at the puzzle for several minutes without filling in any of the answers, offered to lend him a pencil. “No, thanks,” replied Knox, looking up with a smile. “Just finished.”
For three days he lay in a coma, but once Lady Eldon saw a stir of consciousness and asked whether he would like her to read to him from his own [translation of the] New Testament. He answered very faintly, but distinctly: “No,” and then after a long pause in which he seemed to have lapsed again into unconsciousness, there came from the deathbed, just audibly, in the idiom of his youth: “Awfully jolly of you to suggest it, though.”
They were his last words.