frequent, reports were regularly rendered to Mr.
Justice Molehill.

One of these latter I will set out, for it was a wise man that wrote
it, and the matter is to the point. I would, sirs, that I could show
you the handwriting, so fine and easy to read.

_Bell Hammer,
nr. Brooch,
Hants.
April 11th, 1921._

_DEAR SIR GILES,_

_Major Lyveden continues mercifully to make good progress._

_I saw him myself yesterday for the first time, and must make haste to
confess that I am overjoyed. When I say this, you will understand that
he is not only the stranger whom we are helping to the acquisition of a
great fortune, but the man whom my niece is delighting to honour.
Lyveden is a man of great personal charm and fine character, and I am
sure that he will administer his heritage wisely and faithfully, and
that he will make Valerie a proud and happy woman. I am glad to say,
too, that your memory of his appearance is as true as your judgment.
In short, he is a splendid specimen of manhood._

_There is, of course, no doubt at all that he is our man, i.e. the only
nephew of the late Jonathan Roach. Boldly advancing out of my
province, I begged leave to ask him a question or two, to which the
most exacting of opponents could not in decency have objected. His
replies made me ashamed of the doubts which I never--even
officially--harboured._

_Of the nature of his brain trouble and of his escape I have already
told you. Enough that that wondrous bridge which an Omnipotent
Providence threw across the river, while we stood gaping upon the other
bank, stands fixed as any rock. As often as he will revisit Gramarye,
the patient treads it with a firm, confident step. I do not
matter--besides, I must soon return to Rome--but, by my advice, Valerie
and those who are and are to be about him are schooling themselves to
use this same strange bridge. Future safety, I contend, lies in making
it a thoroughfare. So only approached, Gramarye will indeed become
'such stuff as dreams are made on,' and the four months he spent there
be 'rounded with a sleep,' for ever._

_I have told Major Lyveden the story of the lost will, and of your
close interest, to which alone he owes his fortune. His great desire
is to thank you personally. My own remissness he forgave in
undeservedly generous terms._

_I expect to leave for Italy early next week, and while I shall write
again before that, I shall hope, if you are then in