My brother, Bartholomew, and I were his only children. We knew that Captain Morstan and our father had been very good friends in India. My brother and Ialso knew that our father was afraid of something. He never went our alone. He often spoke about a man with a wooden leg who followed him. He seemed very afraid of this man.
One day in 1882, our father received a letter from India. This letter upset him very much.He became ill. Every day he grew weaker. At last, he was dying. He asked to see me and my brother. He said that he wanted to tell us the truth about Captain Morstan's death.