A Search For A Secret Volume III

CONTENTS OF VOL. III.


CHAPTER I. GREAT CHANGES

CHAPTER II. A QUIET TIME

CHAPTER III. A STRANGE PROFESSION

CHAPTER IV. AN ODD WOOING

CHAPTER V. TERRIBLE TIDINGS

CHAPTER VI. THE SEARCH RENEWED

CHAPTER VII. A BROKEN LIFE

CHAPTER VIII. RISEN FROM THE DEAD

CHAPTER IX. PREPARED FOR THE ATTEMPT

CHAPTER X. THE SPY IN THE CAMP

CHAPTER XI. OFF GUARD

CHAPTER XII. FOUND!

CHAPTER XIII. A VAIN PURSUIT

CHAPTER XIV. ENJOYING THE SPOILS




CHAPTER I.

GREAT CHANGES.


Now that I have finished the account of the last of the series of
unsuccessful attempts which were made to find the will, I must hurry
over the subsequent events of my life in a much briefer and more concise
way. It is now nearly six years since Robert Gregory died, and I must
content myself with a mere sketch of what has taken place in that time;
for this my history has already spun out to a most unreasonable length,
many times surpassing the limits I proposed to myself when I first sat
down with the intention of writing it. But my pen has run on and on, as
I recalled all the past events of my life; and I feel every day, when I
see the mass of manuscript which has accumulated in my drawer--for my
desk has long since been too small to contain its growing bulk--that the
chances that any one will ever take the trouble to read it through, are
growing fainter and fainter every day.

However, should it be so, my task has served its purpose. It has, by
chaining my attention to the period of which I have been writing, saved
me from many an hour of sorrowful thought, and has served as a break to
the monotony of many a weary day. It has, too, often served as an excuse
for me to seclude myself in my own room, when my spirits have felt
unequal to take part in the constant flow of tittle-tattle and harmless
gossip, which form the staple of the conversation of those with whom my
life is now cast, and is likely, I hope, to remain to the end.

After I came back from our three months' trip on the continent, with my
health greatly restored, my spirits rose proportionately; and as I had
nothing to throw me back again into my old state, with the exception of
the shock I received at the news of Angela Harmer's death, I really
began to look at things in a more hopeful way, and to think that the
eight years--no, the seven years and a half--I was getting very
particular as to dates--which were to elapse before Percy started on his
return from India, were not such a hopelessly long time to look forward
to after all.