(his words and looks, and that dreadful scream of my mother's, which
seemed to be still ringing in my ears, were more than enough to insure
my obedience), I also never lost the secret desire to penetrate the
darkness which clouded over the fate of Uncle George.

For two years I remained at home and discovered nothing. If I asked the
servants about my uncle, they could only tell me that one morning he
disappeared from the house. Of the members of my father's family I could
make no inquiries. They lived far away, and never came to see us; and
the idea of writing to them, at my age and in my position, was out of
the question. My aunt was as unapproachably silent as my father and
mother; but I never forgot how her face had altered when she reflected
for a moment after hearing of my extraordinary adventure while going
home with the servant over the sands at night. The more I thought of
that change of countenance in connection with what had occurred on my
return to my father's house, the more certain I felt that the stranger
who had kissed me and wept over me must have been no other than Uncle
George.

At the end of my two years at home I was sent to sea in the merchant
navy by my own earnest desire. I had always determined to be a sailor
from the time when I first went to stay with my aunt at the sea-side,
and I persisted long enough in my resolution to make my parents
recognize the necessity of acceding to my wishes.

My new life delighted me, and I remained away on foreign stations more
than four years. When I at length returned home, it was to find a new
affliction darkening our fireside. My father had died on the very day
when I sailed for my return voyage to England.

Absence and change of scene had in no respect weakened my desire to
penetrate the mystery of Uncle George's disappearance. My mother's
health was so delicate that I hesitated for some time to approach the
forbidden subject in her presence. When I at last ventured to refer to
it, suggesting to her that any prudent reserve which might have been
necessary while I was a child, need no longer be persisted in now that I
was growing to be a young man, she fell into a violent fit of trembling,
and commanded me to say no more. It had been my father's will, she said,
that the reserve to which I referred should be always adopted toward me;
he had not authorized her, before he died, to speak more openly; and,
now that he was gone, she would not so much as think of