Next night. Brief note, mailed at a waystation--

As we were starting, this morning, Hillyer whispered to me: “Keep this

news from Walker until you think it safe and not likely to disturb his

mind and check his improvement: the ancient crime he spoke of was really

committed--and by his cousin, as he said. We buried the real criminal

the other day--the unhappiest man that has lived in a century--Flint

Buckner. His real name was Jacob Fuller!” There, mother, by help of me,

an unwitting mourner, your husband and my father is in his grave. Let

him rest.

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