In his own hand.”

I broke the wax seal with trembling fingers and unfolded the paper, and there was Julian’s handwriting, the distinct, elegant, old-fashioned script of a man from another time, and I read the words my father had left for me to find after he was gone.

My dearest Evelyn.

If you are reading this, then I have finally crossed over, and Mr.

Vance has placed the key in your hands.