The father lent his assistance to man the yacht at the shortest notice with as smart a crew as could be picked up about the town.

Principally through his exertions, the vessel was got ready for sea with extraordinary dispatch.

The sails were bent, the provisions were put on board, and Mr.James Smith sailed for the Mediterranean with the unfortunate woman who believed herself to be his wife, before Mr.
Dark and myself set forth to look after him from Darrock Hall.
Such was the true account of my master's infamous conduct in Scotland as it was related to me.

On concluding, Mr.Dark hinted that he had something still left to tell me, but declared that he was too sleepy to talk any more that night.

As soon as we were awake the next morning he returned to the subject.
"I didn't finish all I had to say last night, did I ?" he began.
"You unfortunately told me enough, and more than enough, to prove the truth of the statement in the anonymous letter," I answered.
"Yes," says Mr.Dark, "but did I tell you who wrote the anonymous letter ?" "You don't mean to say that you have found that out!" says I.
"I think I have," was the cool answer.