All went well for some weeks till he had one of his fits and tried to raise the devil. For it seems he was a diabolist. I don’t quite know what that means. I always thought it was a game that you played with a cone and a piece of string and two sticks, but John says I am mixing it up with diabolo.
Of course, it wouldn’t have mattered very much, only unfortunately, he murdered two of the patients and nearly killed Doctor Murchison himself (that was the real doctor’s name). And then, in the nick of time, the old doctor to whom the establishment really belonged (I can’t remember his name) turned up. Otherwise I gather no one would have been left alive, though John says something worse would have happened, but he won’t tell me what it was.
Well, the real doctor, who had been shut up by the lunatic, was, of course, released, and he and the pretty girl (a Miss Sedgwick, and a cousin of the Yorkshire Sedgwicks, I believe) fell in love with one another. They have only just been married, and are now on their honeymoon.
It is extraordinary how you keep meeting people you have seen before, isn’t it?
I must stop now or I shall be losing the post. We are moving on next week to Bordighera and Alassio.
My best love to you all,
Always your affectionate
SUSAN.
THE END
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