"I myself placed in his
charge all the papers necessary for the identification of my little
daughter."
"May I ask of what they consisted?" said the rector.
"Certainly--the certificate of my marriage, of my beloved wife's death,
of my little daughter's birth, and an agreement between the doctor and
myself as to the sum that was to be paid to him yearly while he had
charge of my child."
"Then the doctor knew your name, title, and address?"
"Yes; I had no motive in keeping them secret, save that I did not wish
my marriage to be known to my father until I myself could tell him--and
I know how fast such news travels. I remember distinctly where he placed
the papers. I watched him."
"Where was it?" asked Mr. Darnley. "For I certainly have seen nothing of
them."
"In a small oaken box with brass clasps, which stood on a sideboard. I
remember it as though it were yesterday."
"I have seen no such box," said the rector. "Our wisest plan will be to
go at once to the house where his cousin, Mr. Grey, resides, and see if
the article is in his possession. I am quite sure, though, that he would
have mentioned it if he had seen it.
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