The above statement has been read over in my presence.  I have nothing to add to it, or to take away from it.  I say, on my oath as a Christian woman, this is the truth.

(Signed) Hester Pinhorn, Her + Mark.

2.  The narrative of the doctor

To the Registrar of the Sub-District in which the undermentioned death took place.—­I hereby certify that I attended Lady Glyde, aged Twenty-One last Birthday; that I last saw her on Thursday the 25th July 1850; that she died on the same day at No. 5 Forest Road, St. John’s Wood, and that the cause of her death was Aneurism.  Duration of disease not known.

(Signed) Alfred Goodricke.

Prof.  Title.  M.R.C.S.  Eng., L.S.A. 
  Address, 12 Croydon Gardens
     St. John’s Wood.

3.  The narrative of Jane Gould

I was the person sent in by Mr. Goodricke to do what was right and needful by the remains of a lady who had died at the house named in the certificate which precedes this.  I found the body in charge of the servant, Hester Pinhorn.  I remained with it, and prepared it at the proper time for the grave.  It was laid in the coffin in my presence, and I afterwards saw the coffin screwed down previous to its removal.  When that had been done, and not before, I received what was due to me and left the house.  I refer persons who may wish to investigate my character to Mr. Goodricke.  He will bear witness that I can be trusted to tell the truth.

(Signed) Jane Gould

4.  The narrative of the tombstone

Sacred to the Memory of Laura, Lady Glyde, wife of Sir Percival Glyde, Bart., of Blackwater Park, Hampshire, and daughter of the late Philip Fairlie, Esq., of Limmeridge House, in this parish.  Born March 27th, 1829; married December 22nd, 1849; died July 25th, 1850.

5.  The narrative of Walter Hartright

Early in the summer of 1850 I and my surviving companions left the wilds and forests of Central America for home.  Arrived at the coast, we took ship there for England.  The vessel was wrecked in the Gulf of Mexico—­I was among the few saved from the sea.  It was my third escape from peril of death.  Death by disease, death by the Indians, death by drowning—­all three had approached me; all three had passed me by.

The survivors of the wreck were rescued by an American vessel bound for Liverpool.  The ship reached her port on the thirteenth day of October 1850.  We landed late in the afternoon, and I arrived in London the same night.

These pages are not the record of my wanderings and my dangers away from home.  The motives which led me from my country and my friends to a new world of adventure and peril are known.  From that self-imposed exile I came back, as I had hoped, prayed, believed I should come back—­a changed man.  In the waters of a new life I had tempered my nature afresh.  In the stern school of extremity and danger my will had learnt to be strong, my heart to be resolute, my mind to rely on itself.  I had gone out to fly from my own future.  I came back to face it, as a man should.