I must now pass over a space of a year, there being but little of interest to record.  All this time it must not be imagined that I had given up the quest for my father’s murderer; indeed, as I grew older, my thoughts of bringing the villain to justice waxed hotter instead of waning. My uncle, Sir George Lee, and Lawyer Whitehead had each prosecuted vigorous enquiries, but all attempts to run the felon to earth had proved fruitless.