human
YOUR LOVING FATHER.
gpt
The mystery is well-nigh solved. We can now see what blunders we have made, how we have unjustly suspected 'Doctor Meadows' (or whatever his name is), and been led a dance by the freaks of coincidence. Our suspect, Meadows, has proved to be not only innocent of the charges we brought against him, but the man who, by some means we have yet to learn, has been able to put into our hands the key to the mystery. But for him I should not have obtained access to this book, and without it we might have gone on blundering in the dark for months, or even years. Take my word for it, Miss Scott, we are neither of us born to be investigators of mystery.
human
How dare you say so! replied the girl, with pretended anger,
gpt
Oh, cried Laurence,
human
A poorer, Lena ended the sentence.
gpt
But for all that I really have made a strange discovery.
human
Well, and what is it, if it is not criminal to ask?
gpt
You remember the envelope addressed to Major Jones-Farnell that we found in the garden?
human
Certainly. It was addressed in a lady's hand, from somewhere abroad; or, rather, from either Scotland, Wales, or Ireland, since it bore a penny stamp, and was marked 'England' in the address.
gpt
Well, I have found out the name of the person who addressed that envelope to 'Doctor Meadows.'
human
And her name is that of someone I know well. I am convinced of that. Don't keep me in suspense any longer, please.
gpt
Her name is that of someone you know very well--someone, though, that you know no better than I or auntie or--well, Kingsford does.
human
What do you mean? Tell me, or I shall succumb to my anxiety. Laurence spoke in jest, but he was really more than interested to learn the identity of the
gpt
Well, then, the unknown lady is none other than the Princess H----!
human
The Princess H----! No; you must be mistaken. It cannot be!
gpt
Two people do not write the same 'fist,' Lena responded, warmly.
human
Where have you seen that writing before?