I had warned MacDonald that the published facsimile of a letter purporting to have been written by Parnell in connection with the Phoenix Park murders was not what he supposed it to be, and that the theory that it had been written by Parnell’s secretary and signed by Parnell was erroneous.  It was clear to me that it had been written and signed by the same hand and by the same pen.  I had once gone through a complicated case of forgery with Chabot, the great expert in handwriting, in the course of which I became greatly interested in the man.  We had become friends and he had taught me all that could be taught of his profession, so that I had some capacity to form a judgment on the matter.  MacDonald replied that they were certain of their facts, and that they should maintain that position.  There was ample personal evidence that a letter of the import of that produced in facsimile in the “Times” had been sent by Parnell to Sheridan, who was implicated in the Phoenix Park murders, and that this letter had been seen by many persons supposed to be in the councils of the Irish party! and it is probable that Pigott had seen it and bargained for its delivery to some party on behalf of the “Times.”  He was probably deluded in this expectation, and, not to fail in his promise, reproduced it from memory and with the aid of the handwriting of Parnell’s secretary and an old signature of Parnell, and delivered it as the original.  Confirmation of this hypothesis is given by the fact that Parnell dared not bring his suit against the “Times” until the forged letter had been shown in court in the course of the connected case of O’Donnell, and was seen by him not to be the original.  That was safe in the custody of Sheridan, who had taken it to America and kept it in hiding from both parties.  It was the special object of my mission.

The English detective who had preceded me had the naïveté to apply to the chief of the New York detective police, an Irishman, for assistance, and was handed over to pretended colleagues who were really agents of the Irish organization, and so completely duped by them as to be induced to send a supposed detective (who was one of themselves) to Mexico, where he was assured that Sheridan had gone, and led to undertake various operations which were simply contrivances to make him lose his time and his money.

On carefully surveying the ground at New York before attempting to make any direct application to any person whom I supposed capable of furnishing me with what I sought, I discovered that the detective service of New York was in the hands of the Fenian organization, that the chief of police (now deceased) was their confederate, and, above all persons, not to be taken into my confidence, and that the principal line of transatlantic telegraph was under the supervision of a confederate of the association.  The latter betrayed himself at once by the absurd difficulties he made about my registering a London telegraphic address,