much money, and from the
other Englishman a tattered Bible which made me a sincere Christian--a
legacy in comparison of which the diamond was as dross.

Philip replied to my letter congratulating me on the sale of the
diamond, and informing me that to his letter he had received a reply
containing so satisfactory an account of Amy's restored health, that he
had written to tell them that I had arrived safe in England, and would
be very soon with them. He recommended my going immediately, as the
anxiety and suspense would be very injurious to Amy's health. I
therefore made every arrangement for my departure, purchased horses, and
procured four stout serving-men, well armed, to accompany me, and wrote
a letter, which I sent by an express courier, stating the exact day
which I expected to arrive at Mr Trevannion's country-seat.

I waited in London two days to wind up all my affairs, and to give time
for the express to arrive before me, as I intended to travel very fast.
My stay in London was the occasion of an important discovery. I was at
the coffee-house at Saint Paul's, and was talking with one of Captain
Levee's officers, with whom I had picked up an acquaintance, when, on
his calling me by the name of Musgrave, a pinched-up sort of looking
personage, in a black suit, who was standing at the bay-window, turned
round, and coming up to me said, "Sir, as a stranger I must apologise,
but hearing your friend call you by the name of Musgrave, may I venture
to ask if you are any relative to Sir Richard Musgrave, Baronet, who
lived in Cumberland?"

"Lived, did you say, Sir? Is he then dead?"

"Yes, Sir; he has been dead these last seven months, and we are looking
out for his heir and cannot find him."

"I knew the family very well," replied I, "for I am connected with it.
His eldest son, Richard, of course, must be his heir, as all the estates
are entailed."

"His eldest son, Richard, Sir, is dead. We have authenticated documents
to prove that; and, moreover, his second son, Charles, is also dead. He
came home very ill and died, not at his father's house, but at the house
of one of his tenants on the estate. It is his third son, Alexander
Musgrave, whom we seek, and seek in vain. He is now the heir to the
baronetcy and estates, but we have lost all clue to him. We understand
that a Captain Philip Musgrave is just arrived from the West Indies. He
is, we presume, the fourth son. But until we can find out what has