_Aug._ 17.--This is, I think, almost the last entry I shall make. Another fortnight and I shall be too weak to hold the pen--if, indeed, I am still here. _Sept._ 5.--Another attack. Strange how this weary body bears up against all this pain. Would that it were over; and yet my poor, poor boy.... He too, is almost worn out; night and day he never leaves me... I take the things from his hand, but I cannot taste them now--nothing but lead.... _Sept._ 27.[3]--Farewell my husband--my darling--my own precious Willie. Think of me--come soon to me. God bless you--God comfort you--my darling--my own. _In the hand of Mr. Anderton._ This day my darling died. Oct. 12th, 1856. W. A. [Footnote 1: Compare Section II., 2 and 5.] [Footnote 2: This portion of Dr. Watson's statement, relating entirely to the symptoms of Mrs. Anderton's case, though some details are excluded, necessarily contains much that must be interesting only to the medical profession and disagreeable to the general reader. The following paragraph may therefore be passed over, merely noting that the symptoms were such as would be compatible with antimonial poisoning.] [Footnote 3: Apparently the journal, which is bound in brown Russian leather.] SECTION IV. [Illustration] 1.--_Memorandum by Mr. Henderson._ In the following certificate[1] you will perceive that the lady is described as of "Acacia Cottage, Kensington." The identity of the name with that given by both Julie and Leopoldo, as the proper designation of the Baron's "medium," confirmed my suspicion that it was in fact to the girl Rosalie that the Baron was married under that name, notwithstanding the strong opinion of Julie as to the impossibility of such being the case. Still, however, it was possible that this might, after all, be a mere coincidence; and I therefore proceeded to make such inquiries as seemed most likely to elucidate the point. I had considerable difficulty in finding the house, which two or three years back was included in the regular numbering of the row of similar tenements in which it stands; but I at last succeeded in identifying it. I found the landlady a very deaf old person, whose memory was evidently failing, and was at first unable to extract from her any kind of information on the subject, except that "she had had a great many lodgers, and couldn't be expected to know all about all of them." In the course of a second visit, however, I succeeded in persuading her to favour me with a sight of her books, and looking back to October and November, 1854, I found the sum of 2_l_. 5_s_., entered as payment from Miss C. Brown of three weeks' rent, from the 18th October to the 8th November.[2] On further examining the books, I found that at this time, while the other lodger was charged sundry sums for fire, Miss Brown, though occupying the principal sitting-room, had no fire at all during the whole time of her tenancy, though the commencement of November in that year was unusually cold.