Fenn George Manville
The Star-Gazers
“Don’t want any further search to find out that, Sir John,” he said sharply. “A man has been missing from these parts for years now, and there’s his name.”
Sir John looked at the tarnished metal box, with a shudder of disgust and horror for the memories it revived, and read there roughly scratched upon the lid – “Caleb Kent.”
“Remember what I said to you one day, Lucy?” said Oldroyd, about a year later. “I think it was that day when I was called over to Brackley about something being found.”
“Oh, Phil, don’t bring that up,” cried Lucy, with a shudder; “but what do you mean?”
“About Miss Emlin. I’ve just come from there.”
“Yes, dear. Some fresh trouble?”
He nodded his head gravely.
“They’ve taken her to a private asylum. I did not say anything to you before, for fear of upsetting you, but she was not fit to be left with poor old Mrs Rolph, and she has tried to drown herself twice.”
