"He had been many years in this country before his assassination took place.

In this letter, which is addressed to my ill-fated mother, he speaks of his friendship for Sir Rowland, whom it seems he had known abroad; but entreats her to keep the marriage secret for a time, for reasons which are not fully developed." "And so Sir Rowland murdered his friend," remarked Wood.

"Crime upon crime." "Unconsciously, perhaps," replied Thames.

"But be it as it may, he is now beyond the reach of earthly punishment." "But Wild still lives," cried Wood.
"He; also, has paid the penalty of his offences," returned Thames.

"He has fallen by the hand of Blueskin, who brought me these packets." "Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily.