C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

“ Ralston was so far loyal to us, however, that he refused to let us go. We were his best friends, and he was deeply grateful, even though he had to act against our advice.
“Let them hear, then, that Rosemary Brandreth is Rosemary Brandreth to this hour, not Rosemary Murray,” Gaby Jennings snapped out. “She is not your wife, because Guy Brandreth is not dead, and they are not divorced. She does not even love you, Major Murray. She loves madly her real husband, and left him only because she was jealous of some flirtation he had with another woman. ”

“ She waited, always hoping that you might die. But at last she had to give up. She could stay no longer without fear of what her American husband might do. If you do not believe, I will show you the cablegrams I have received. But in any case you must read them!” And pulling from her handbag several folded papers, Gaby forced them upon Ralston.
Oh, with what horrible plausibility the story hung together! It fitted in with everything I had ever guessed, suspected, or known of Rosemary, except her ethereal sweetness, her seeming love for the man she had now deserted. ”

“ And if Doctor Jennings had brought it off, would he be a safe man to look after the health of a man he'd cheated?”
Gaby Jennings sprang to her feet.
“Lady Courtenaye, my husband can sue you for slander!” she cried.
“He can, but will he?” I retorted.
“I go to tell him of what he is accused by you!” she said. “There is no fear for us, because you have no proof. But it is finished now! I leave this house where I have been insulted, and Major Murray may search the world. He will never find his lost wife!”
“Stop, Mrs. Jennings!” Murray commanded sharply. ”