It was to the effect that a son and heir had been born to Lord Ragnall and that both mother and child were doing well.
So there's the end to a very curious little story, thought I to myself.
Well, during those two years many things befell me.

First of all, in company with my old friend Sir Stephen Somers, I made the expedition to Pongoland in search of the wonderful orchid which he desired to add to his collection.

I have already written of that journey and our extraordinary adventures, and need therefore allude to it no more here, except to say that during the course of it I was sorely tempted to travel to the territory north of the lake in which the Pongos dwelt.
Much did I desire to see whether Messrs.

Harut and Marut would in truth appear to conduct me to the land where the wonderful elephant which was supposed to be animated by an evil spirit was waiting to be killed by my rifle.

However, I resisted the impulse, as indeed our circumstances obliged me to do.