Once, on an occasion of a spiritualistic _seance_ at Mr.Carter Hall's, I handed the said key to Mr.Home when entranced, and he shuddered at it, and uttered the name 'Elizabeth Henderson,'-- which I thought at the time a bad guess, as one utterly unknown to me: but oddly enough it proved to be the name of the Queen's housekeeper at Windsor.

However, on inquiry nothing further came of this, for she was not in office when my father died at the Park.
To-day I have taken the key to a Miss Hudson, a clairvoyante, who never saw me before, nor was told my name, nor my errand, except that I laid that key silently before her.

She can tell me very little, except that the mystery is soon to be cleared up, and that certain spirits (from description possibly my mother and brother William) much wish it.

I gave no sort of clues, but the medium guessed at my father's character, and at the long lapse of time since the loss of the chest, and at the hiding of it in some 'bank,'-- whether underground or at a banker's did not appear.

The medium's 'attendant spirit'-- one 'Daisy, an Indian papoose'-- says it is 'in a dark place, like a vault, and mouldy.' I am urged to inquire further.