And en route for France She wrote me from New York, was seeing much Of Margery, an aunt--I never knew her, But sensed an evil in her, and a mind That used the will of Elenor Murray--how Or why, I knew not. But she wrote to me This Margery had brought her lawyer in, There in New York to draw a document, And put some letters in a safety box. Whose letters? Gregory Wenner's? I don't know. She told me much of secrets, but of letters That needed for their preciousness a box, A lawyer to arrange the matter, nothing. For if there was another man, she felt Too shamed, no doubt, to tell me:--"This is he, The love I sought, the great reality," When she had said as much of Gregory Wenner. But now a deeper matter: with this letter She sent a formal writing giving me Charge of these letters, if she died to give The letters to the writer. I'm to know The identity of the writer, so she planned When I obtain them. How about this lawyer, And Margery the aunt? What shall I do? Write to this lawyer what my duty is Appointed me of her, go to New York? I must do something, for this lawyer has, As I believe, no knowledge of my place In this affair. Who has the box's key? This lawyer, or the aunt--I have no key-- And if they have the key, or one of them, And enter, take the letters, look! our friend Gets stains upon her memory; or the man Who wrote the letters finds embarrassment. Somehow, I think, these letters hold a secret, The deepest of her life and cruelest, And figured in her death. My dearest friend, What if they brought me to the coroner, If I should get these letters, and they learned I had them, this relation to our Elenor! Yet how can I neglect to write this lawyer And tell him Elenor Murray gave to me This power of disposition? Come what may I must write to this lawyer. Here I write To get the letters, and obey the wish Of our dear friend. Our friend who never could Carry her ventures to success, but always Just at the prosperous moment wrecked her hope. She really wished to marry Simeon Strong. Then why imperil such a wish by keeping This Gregory Wenner friendship living, go About with Gregory Wenner, fill the heart Of Simeon Strong with doubt? Oh well, my friend, We wonder at each other, I at you, And you at me, for doing this or that. And yet I think no man or woman acts Without a certain logic in the act Of nature or of circumstance. Look here, This letter to the lawyer. Will it do? I think so. If it brings the letters--well! If not, I'll get them somehow, it must be, I loved her, faults and all, and so did you....