"My name is Helen Stoner, and I am living with my stepfather, who is the last survivor of one of the oldest Saxon families in England, the Roylotts of Stoke Moran, on the western border of Surrey."
Stoner, the young widow of Major-General Stoner, of the Bengal Artillery.
"And the lady, I fancy, is Miss Stoner," observed Holmes, shading his eyes.
Good-afternoon, Miss Stoner. You see that we have been as good as our word."
Miss Stoner turned white to the lips as she listened.
Miss Stoner did so, and Holmes, after a careful examination through the open window, endeavoured in every way to force the shutter open, but without success.
Holmes refused to examine the third chamber, so we passed at once to the second, that in which Miss Stoner was now sleeping, and in which her sister had met with her fate.
With your permission, Miss Stoner, we shall now carry our researches into the inner apartment."
I think that I have seen enough now, Miss Stoner, and with your permission we shall walk out upon the lawn."
We had walked several times up and down the lawn, neither Miss Stoner nor myself liking to break in upon his thoughts before he roused himself from his reverie.
I remained with my family on Clench until the sixth of June,1774, when I and one Michael
Stoner were solicited by Governor Dunmore, of Virginia, to go to the Falls of the Ohio, to conduct into the settlement a number of surveyors that had been sent thither by him some months before; this country having about this time drawn the attention of many adventurers.