It was crushing the life out of me." "Go on," Pritchard directed.
"There isn't much more to tell," she continued.

"I found an old farmhouse--the loneliest spot in Cornwall.

We moved there and I left him--with Mathers.

I promised Mathers that he should have twenty pounds a week for every week he kept his master away from me.

He has kept him away for seven months." "What about that story of yours--about his having gone in swimming ?" Pritchard asked.
"I wanted people to believe that he was dead," she declared defiantly.
"I was afraid that if you or his relations found him, I should have to live with him or give up the money." Pritchard nodded.
"And to-night you thought--" "I thought he was his brother Jerry," she went on.