"
"Oh, Grey!" and Bessie sprang up almost as quickly as she had done when
he spoke to her of murder; "oh, Grey! what if it should be my
great-uncle, whose grave is under the floor? You once told me you were
hunting for Elizabeth Rogers, and I said I would ask Anthony, who knew
everybody for fifty miles around and for a hundred years back. But I
forgot it until after father died, when it came to me one day, and I
went to Anthony and asked if he knew any one in Carnarvon or vicinity by
the name of Elizabeth Rogers.
"'No,' he said, 'I never knew Elizabeth Rogers; but I knew your
grandmother, Elizabeth Baldwin, before she was married, and she had a
half-brother, Joel Rogers, twenty years older than herself. A queer,
roaming kind of chap, who went off to America, or Australia, or some
such place, and never came back again. He was a good bit older than I
am,' Anthony said, 'and would be over eighty if living now.'
"Then I remembered that when I was a child I once heard my grandmother
Allen speak of a brother, who, she said, went to the States when she was
a girl, and from whom she had not heard in many years.
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