Put an advertisement
in it addressed to her, stating that you have not heard of her address,
but that you yourself will receive any letter sent to some post-office
which you can find. I think that such an advertisement will draw a
reply from her, unless she desires to remain in seclusion."
Fanny thought the suggestion worth adopting. After careful
consideration, she drew up an advertisement:--
"Fanny H. to L--H--. I have not been able to ascertain your address.
Please write to me, at the Post Office, Hunter Street, London, W.C."
She paid for the insertion of this advertisement three times on
alternate Saturdays. They told her that this would be a more likely way
than to take three successive Saturdays. Then, encouraged by the
feeling that something, however little, had been done, she resolved to
sit down to write out a narrative in which she would set down in order
everything that had happened--exactly as it had happened. Her intense
hatred and suspicion of Dr. Vimpany aided her, strange to say, to keep
to the strictest fidelity as regards the facts. For it was not her
desire to make up charges and accusations. She wanted to find out the
exact truth, and so to set it down that anybody who read her statement
would arrive at the same conclusion as she herself had done.
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