ivate and confidential letter, asking him
to come and visit me at the hospital, and to inquire there for one
Albert Little. Mr. Bastiennello, who had suffered great anxiety on the
subject of my long protracted and unaccountable absence, came at once to
see me. I told him of everything that had befallen me, especially as to
Mary Grey's insisting on my marrying her under the name of Alden Lytton,
and afterward attempting to get rid of me by murder. He was dreadfully
shocked, of course, but in a subsequent conversation with me suggested
that Mrs. Grey had some ultimate purpose in the perpetration of these
crimes, and he advised me to lie perdue for a while until we should see
what her purpose was and foil her in it. Some days afterward he proposed
that I should take a commission from him to go and purchase goods for
him in Europe. As soon as I was able to travel I left the country on
this business. I was absent several months, and only arrived in my
native country five days ago. On the day after my landing at New York,
in looking over some files of newspapers, I read the advertisements for
me. I guessed at once that I was wanted for business connected with the
secret of my own life, and so I packed up and took the first train to
Washington, and the next boat to Richmond, and the train to Wendover,
without stopping an hour on my journey. I reached this place at noon
to-day; found the town full of people, as if a fair or a festival was
going on; asked what was the matter, and was told about this trial. Of
course then I had the key to Mary Grey's mysterious crime, and I knew
where I was wanted. I came at once to the court, wrote my name on a card
and sent it in to Mr. Lytton's junior counsel, who came out to meet me
and brought me here."

"That will do, Mr. Kyte. Gentlemen of the jury, you have heard the
testimony of our witness, the only and all-sufficient witness for the
defense; but we will recall one who appeared here as the most important
witness for the prosecution. The Reverend Mr. Borden will please to take
the stand once more," said Mr. Berners.

The rector of St. ---- came forward and took his place in the witness
box.

"Mr. Borden, will you be so good as to look at these two gentlemen and
tell me, upon your oath, which of them you married to Mrs. Mary Grey?"
politely requested Mr. Berners.

The rector looked from Alden Lytton to Craven Kyte, and from Craven Kyte
back to Alden Lytton. And his face paled and flus