Wait for me here, and you shall see the paper." With those words the father superior left the room as quietly as he had entered it.
I had hardly time to think over this bitter and ungracious explanation, and to feel a little piqued by the language and manner of the person who had given it to me, before the father superior returned with the paper in his hand.

He placed it before me on the dresser, and I read, hurriedly traced in pencil, the following lines: "This paper is attached to the body of the late Mr.Stephen Monkton, an Englishman of distinction.

He has been shot in a duel, conducted with perfect gallantry and honor on both sides.

His body is placed at the door of this convent, to receive burial at the hands of its inmates, the survivors of the encounter being obliged to separate and secure their safety by immediate flight.

I, the second of the slain man, and the writer of this explanation, certify, on my word of honor as a gentleman that the shot which killed my principal on the instant was fired fairly, in the strictest accordance with the rules laid down beforehand for the conduct of the duel.
"(Signed), F." "F." I recognized easily enough as the initial letter of Monsieur Foulon's name, the second of Mr.Monkton, who had died of consumption at Paris.
The discovery and the identification were now complete.