"
"It IS a glorious book," Neil Paraday murmured. "Print it as it
stands--beautifully."
"Beautifully!" I passionately promised.
It may be imagined whether, now that he's gone, the promise seems
to me less sacred. I'm convinced that if such pages had appeared
in his lifetime the Abbey would hold him to-day. I've kept the
advertising in my own hands, but the manuscript has not been
recovered. It's impossible, and at any rate intolerable, to
suppose it can have been wantonly destroyed. Perhaps some hazard
of a blind hand, some brutal fatal ignorance has lighted kitchen-
fires with it. Every stupid and hideous accident haunts my
meditations. My undiscourageable search for the lost treasure
would make a long chapter. Fortunately I've a devoted associate in
the person of a young lady who has every day a fresh indignation
and a fresh idea, and who maintains with intensity that the prize
will still turn up. Sometimes I believe her, but I've quite ceased
to believe myself. The only thing for us at all events is to go on
seeking and hoping together; and we should be closely united by
this firm tie even were we not at present by another.
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