“She was very straight about it, was Elsie.  I can’t say that she did not give me every chance of getting out of it if I wished to do so.  ’I have had some very disagreeable associations in my life,’ said she, ’I wish to forget all about them.  I would rather never allude to the past, for it is very painful to me.  If you take me, Hilton, you will take a woman who has nothing that she need be personally ashamed of, but you will have to be content with my word for it, and to allow me to be silent as to all that passed up to the time when I became yours.  If these conditions are too hard, then go back to Norfolk, and leave me to the lonely life in which you found me.’  It was only the day before our wedding that she said those very words to me.  I told her that I was content to take her on her own terms, and I have been as good as my word.

“Well we have been married now for a year, and very happy we have been.  But about a month ago, at the end of June, I saw for the first time signs of trouble.  One day my wife received a letter from America.  I saw the American stamp.  She turned deadly white, read the letter, and threw it into the fire.  She made no allusion to it afterwards, and I made none, for a promise is a promise, but she has never known an easy hour from that moment.  There is always a look of fear upon her face—­a look as if she were waiting and expecting.  She would do better to trust me.  She would find that I was her best friend.  But until she speaks, I can say nothing.  Mind you, she is a truthful woman, Mr. Holmes, and whatever trouble there may have been in her past life it has been no fault of hers.  I am only a simple Norfolk squire, but there is not a man in England who ranks his family honour more highly than I do.  She knows it well, and she knew it well before she married me.  She would never bring any stain upon it—­of that I am sure.

“Well, now I come to the queer part of my story.  About a week ago—­it was the Tuesday of last week—­I found on one of the window-sills a number of absurd little dancing figures like these upon the paper.  They were scrawled with chalk.  I thought that it was the stable-boy who had drawn them, but the lad swore he knew nothing about it.  Anyhow, they had come there during the night.  I had them washed out, and I only mentioned the matter to my wife afterwards.  To my surprise, she took it very seriously, and begged me if any more came to let her see them.  None did come for a week, and then yesterday morning I found this paper lying on the sundial in the garden.  I showed it to Elsie, and down she dropped in a dead faint.  Since then she has looked like a woman in a dream, half dazed, and with terror always lurking in her eyes.  It was then that I wrote and sent the paper to you, Mr. Holmes.  It was not a thing that I could take to the police, for they would have laughed at me, but you will tell me what to do.  I am not a rich man, but if there is any danger threatening my little woman, I would spend my last copper to shield her.”