ve my baggage. Telling
me the man had his directions and would know just where to go, Paul
left. After a roundabout trip we reached my destination. I was surprised
to see the driver enter the same alley down which had passed on the
previous day that strange old man. With feelings of dread I followed up
a back stairway into a low room, where my stuff was deposited.

"'This is the place,' said the driver, and left.

"Soon after, Paul entered in the same disguise. This, he said, was to be
my home until further arrangements could be made.

"'Father and I will be over every day and report. I will show you where
to board near here. Your name is to be Joshua Wilkins.'

"I remained in this place several weeks, going out frequently. Both
Pierre and Paul called often, always in disguise. Occasionally we went
about London together. It seemed to me at times that we were being
shadowed. Sometimes when I was alone, strangers in my hearing would
speak about either Paul or Pierre Lanier, and watch me, as if they knew
our acquaintance. Frequently the Dodge case against Alice Webster was
mentioned. There would be talk about the disappearances of Alice and
Oswald. It always seemed to me that I was being watched. Paul and Pierre
Lanier were affected in the same way. Strangers would refer to these
subjects in their presence. Both had denied ever seeing William Dodge.

"Oh, how miserable I was during all this time! I was suspicious of
everybody and trembled at common noises. Any unexpected look of stranger
caused a start. It was in vain that I reasoned against this foolish
fear. My misery was so great that I contemplated suicide. It seemed to
me that both of the Laniers gloated over my wretchedness. They enlarged
on the perils of my situation. I really believe they wished me to take
my own life. From things which I then did under their advice I often
think they intended deserting me. If the bodies of Alice and Oswald had
been found, I believe these villains would have procured my arrest for
the murders. I was completely in their power, and it now seems that they
were weaving a web for my destruction. They owed me nine hundred pounds,
and I knew things against them. I bore up under it all, for the sake of
Mary and the children. Old Pierre had given me in all one hundred pounds
before we started for London. I gave most of this to Mary.

"Poor Mary! I have not heard from her for many weeks. Now I am here in
this hospital, dying!

"Serves