It was a veritable scrawl, madam, running something like this: 'I return your daughter to you.

She is here.

Neither she nor you will ever see me again.

Remember Evelyn!' And signed, 'Amos's son.'" "Amos's son! That is Mr.Adams himself." "So we have every reason to believe." "Strange! Unaccountable! And the paper inscribed with these words was found clinched between his teeth! Was the handwriting recognized ?" "Yes, as his own, if we can judge from the specimens we have seen of his signature on the fly-leaves of his books." "Well, mysteries deepen.

And the retaining of this paper was so important to him that even in his death throe he thrust it in this strangest of all hiding-places, as being the only one that could be considered safe from search.