All that anybody knows, therefore, of the duel is that Stephen Monkton was shot; an event which nobody can regret, for a greater scoundrel never existed.

The exact place where he died, and what was done with the body are still mysteries not to be penetrated." "But what has all this to do with Alfred ?" "Wait a moment, and you will hear.

Soon after the news of his uncle's death reached England, what do you think Alfred did?
He actually put off his marriage with Miss Elmslie, which was then about to be celebrated, to come out here in search of the burial-place of his wretched scamp of an uncle; and no power on earth will now induce him to return to England and to Miss Elmslie until he has found the body, and can take it back with him, to be buried with all the other dead Monktons in the vault under Wincot Abbey Chapel.

He has squandered his money, pestered the police, and exposed himself to the ridicule of the men and the indignation of the women for the last three months in trying to achieve his insane purpose, and is now as far from it as ever.

He will not assign to anybody the smallest motive for his conduct.