'But I'll go straight and see if the things be in the closet still; and thus I shall surely learn if 'twere a vision or no.' To the closet he went, which he had not looked into since the stranger's departure.

And searching behind the articles placed to conceal the things hidden, he found that, as he had never doubted, they were gone.
When the rumour spread abroad in the West that the man beheaded in the Tower was not indeed the Duke, but one of his officers taken after the battle, and that the Duke had been assisted to escape out of the country, Swetman found in it an explanation of what so deeply mystified him.

That his visitor might have been a friend of the Duke's, whom the Duke had asked to fetch the things in a last request, Swetman would never admit.
His belief in the rumour that Monmouth lived, like that of thousands of others, continued to the end of his days.
* * * * * Such, briefly, concluded my kinsman, is the tradition which has been handed down in Christopher Swetman's family for the last two hundred years.
A MERE INTERLUDE.