When Grace ran to the Hall, Roger was going forth to dig.
Now, I know quite well that the reader is as fully aware as I am, what is about to happen; but it is impossible to help the matter.

If the heading of this chapter tells the truth, a "discovery" of some sort is inevitable.

Let us preliminarize a thought or two, if thereby we can hang some shadowy veil of excuse over a too naked mystery.

First and foremost, truth is strange, stranger, _et-cetera_; and this _et-cetera_, pregnant as one of Lyttleton's, intends to add the superlative strangest, to the comparative stranger of that seldom-quoted sentiment.

To every one of us, in the course of our lives, something quite as extraordinary has befallen more than once.