C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

“ Oh, how different Mary Rose Hillier is in heart from her sister, Rosemary Brandreth, though their faces are almost identical! She was always thinking of you, and her promise to you. That promise was killing her, that and her love for Ralston Murray. She didn't want his money, and when she found he was determined to make a will in her favor, she thought of a way in which everything would come to you. ”

“ The beautiful woman broke down, and began to cry.
“What I did I had a right to do!” she sobbed. “There was no harm! It was as much for the sake of my husband's future happiness as my own, but if he finds out, he'll never love or trust me again. Men are so cruel!”
“Tell me who went to England in your place, when you pretended to sail, and he shan't find out. Only ourselves and Ralston Murray need ever know,” I urged.
“It was my twin sister,” she gasped, “my sister, Mary Rose Hillier, who sailed on the Aquitania as Mrs. Brandreth. ”

“ Then, before she had time to speak, I said:
“There's just one thing I know! You are not the woman who came to England and married Ralston Murray. If you have a heart in your breast, you'll tell me where to find that woman. He will die unless she goes back to him.” ”