I must have been seated there for some time when I happened to lift my eyes to the mantel above and saw, standing upon it, a letter addressed to myself.

I knew the handwriting at once to be that of Sir Jeremy Buggam.
I opened it, and spreading it out within reach of the feeble candlelight, I read as follows: "My dear Digby, "In our talk that you will remember, I had no time to finish telling you about the mystery of Buggam Grange.

I take for granted, however, that you will go there and that Horrod will put you in the tower rooms, which are the only ones that make any pretence of being habitable.

I have, therefore, sent him this letter to deliver at the Grange itself.
"The story is this: "On the night of the fifteenth of November, fifty years ago, my grandfather was murdered in the room in which you are sitting, by his cousin, Sir Duggam Buggam.

He was stabbed from behind while seated at the little table at which you are probably reading this letter.