Various, The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 39…
“ What a life that wretched Heathcote must have led during the last six months. No wonder he looked cadaverous as the moonlight fell over his gaunt figure. No ghost truly was he, but a man of like flesh and blood to ourselves—a man who was supposed to be buried in Kensal Green, but who yet walked the earth.It was about eight o'clock when I reached the Heathcotes' house. Mackenzie had already arrived—he came into the hall to meet me."Where is Miss Gabrielle?" I asked at once."Poor child," he replied; "I have begged of her to stay in her room. ”
