Then, one day, a stranger called at our house, and it was John Mark.

He wanted to see me, and, when we talked together, he told me that my brother had done a terrible thing--what it was I can't tell even you.
"I wouldn't believe at first, though he showed me what looked like proofs.

At last I believed enough to agree to go to New York and see for myself.

I came here, and saw my brother and made him confess.

What it was I can't tell you.