Your genius is not the genius of Scotland-yard, and I begin to fear that in your new line you may prove yourself a failure.
However, where all is dark to me the astute Sheldon may see daylight, so I'll observe the letter of my bond, and check off the residuum of the ancient mariner's prosiness.
By dint of much pumping I obtained from my ancient, first, his father's recollections of Matthew Haygarth a few years before his death, and secondly, his grandfather's recollections of Matthew in his wild youth.
It seems that in those last years of his life Matthew was a most sober and estimable citizen; attended the chapel of a nonconforming sect; read the works of Baxter, and followed in the footsteps of his departed father; was a kind husband to a woman who appears to me to have been rather a pragmatical and icy personage, but who was esteemed a model of womanly virtue, and who had money.

Strange that these respectable and wealthy citizens should be so eager to increase their store by alliance with respectable and wealthy citizenesses.
In his later years Matthew Haygarth seems to have imitated his father in many respects.

Like his father, he executed more than one will; and, like his father, he died intestate.

The lawyer who drew up his will on more than one occasion was a man called Brice--like his client, eminently respectable.
After his marriage, our esteemed Matthew retired to a modest mansion in the heart of the country, and some ten or fifteen miles from Ullerton.
The mansion in question is at a place called Dewsdale, and was the property of the wife, and accrued to him through her.
This house and estate of some thirty acres was afterwards sold by the rev.

intestate, John Haygarth, shortly after his coming of age, and within a year of his mother's death.
This much and no more could I extort from the oldest inhabitant relative to the latter days of our Matthew.
Respecting his wild youth I obtained the following crumbs of enlightenment.