although my senses were very much on the alert, and though it was some time before I could sleep, I must allow that I perceived nothing further of an untoward character.”
With the return of spring, when his sister
came to live with him for some months, Dr.
Haynes’ entries become more cheerful, and, indeed, no symptom of depression is discernible
until the early part of September, when he was
again left alone. And now, indeed, there is
evidence that he was incommoded again, and
that more pressingly. To this matter I will return in a moment, but I digress to put in a
document which, rightly or wrongly, I believe to
have a bearing on the thread of the story.
The account-books of Dr. Haynes, preserved along with his other papers, show, from a date but little later than that of his institution as archdeacon, a quarterly payment of £25 to J.L. Nothing could have been made of this, had it stood by itself. But I connect with it a very dirty and ill-written letter, which, like another that I have quoted, was in a pocket in the cover of a diary. Of date or postmark there is no
