Evidently the end had been nearer than Alan Blair had thought . At least , there were no more entries , and the little green book had not been destroyed . I was glad that it had not been ; and I felt glad that it was thus put in my power to write the last chapter of Miss Sylvia 's story for her . As soon as I could leave Sweetwater I went to the city , three hundred miles away , where Miss Sylvia lived . I found her in her library , in her black silk dress and heliotrope shawl , knitting up cream wool , for all the world as if she had just been transplanted from the veranda corner of Harbour Light . `` My dear boy ! '' she said . `` Do you know why I have come ? '' I asked . `` I am vain enough to think it was because you wanted to see me , '' she smiled . `` I did want to see you ; but I would have waited until summer if it had not been that I wished to bring you the missing chapter of your story , dear lady . '' `` I -- I -- do n't understand , '' said Miss Sylvia , starting slightly . `` I had an uncle , Alan Blair , who died forty years ago in California , '' I said quietly . `` Recently I have had occasion to examine some of his papers . I found a journal among them and I have brought it to you because I think that you have the best right to it . '' I dropped the parcel in her lap . She was silent with surprise and bewilderment . `` And now , '' I added , `` I am going away . You wo n't want to see me or anyone for a while after you have read this book . But I will come up to see you to-morrow . ''
When I went the next day Miss XXXXX herself met me at the door .
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