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On the evening of the day which I received Phillips' letter I was at Caermaen, and standing beneath the mouldering Roman walls, white with the winters of seventeen hundred years, I looked over the meadow where once had stood the older temple of the "God of the Deeps," and saw a house gleaming in the sunlight. It was the house where Helen had lived. ON THE EVENING OF THE DAY WHICH I RECEIVED PHILLIPS LETTER I WAS AT CAERMAEN AND STANDING BENEATH THE MOULDERING ROMAN WALLS WHITE WITH THE WINTERS OF SEVENTEEN HUNDRED YEARS I LOOKED OVER THE MEADOW WHERE ONCE HAD STOOD THE OLDER TEMPLE OF THE GOD OF THE DEEPS AND SAW A HOUSE GLEAMING IN THE SUNLIGHT IT WAS THE HOUSE WHERE HELEN HAD LIVED
I do not know, but if there be any one who can do this, you, Raymond, are the man. And if you know the secret, it rests with you to tell it or not, as you please. I am writing this letter to you immediately on my getting back to town. I have been in the country for the last few days; perhaps you may be able to guess in which part. While the horror and wonder of London was at its height—for “Mrs. Beaumont,” as I have told you, was well known in society—I wrote to my friend Dr. Phillips, giving some brief outline, or rather hint, of what happened, and asking him to tell me the name of the village where the events he had related to me occurred. He gave me the name, as he said with the less hesitation, because Rachel’s father and mother were dead, and the rest of the family had gone to a relative in the State of Washington six months before. The parents, he said, had undoubtedly died of grief and horror caused by the terrible death of their daughter, and by what had gone before that death. HIS CHAIN OF AWFUL MYSTERY I DO NOT KNOW BUT IF THERE BE ANY ONE WHO CAN DO THIS YOU RAYMOND ARE THE MAN AND IF YOU KNOW THE SECRET IT RESTS WITH YOU TO TELL IT OR NOT AS YOU PLEASE I AM WRITING THIS LETTER TO YOU IMMEDIATELY ON MY GETTING BACK TO TOWN I HAVE BEEN IN THE COUNTRY FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS PERHAPS YOU MAY BE ABLE TO GUESS IN WHICH PART WHILE THE HORROR AND WONDER OF LONDON WAS AT ITS HEIGHT FOR MISSUS BEAUMONT AS I HAVE TOLD YOU WAS WELL KNOWN IN SOCIETY I WROTE TO MY FRIEND DOCTOR PHILLIPS GIVING SOME BRIEF OUTLINE OR RATHER HINT OF WHAT HAPPENED AND ASKING HIM TO TELL ME THE NAME OF THE VILLAGE WHERE THE EVENTS HE HAD RELATED TO ME OCCURRED HE GAVE ME THE NAME AS HE SAID WITH LESS HESITATION BECAUSE RACHEL'S FATHER AND MOTHER WERE DEAD AND THE REST OF THE FAMILY HAD GONE TO A RELATIVE IN THE STATE OF WASHINGTON SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE PARENTS HE SAID HAD UNDOUBTEDLY DIED OF GRIEF AND HORROR CAUSED BY THE TERRIBLE DEATH OF THEIR DAUGHTER AND BY WHAT HAD GONE BEFORE THAT DEATH
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