He had no difficulty in recognizing the girl, who came timidly into the room, as the original of the photograph which had been sent to him by Constable Wiseman. She was plainly dressed and wore no ornament, and she was undeniably pretty, but there was about her a furtiveness and a nervous indecision which spoke of her apprehension. "Sit down," said Mr. Mann kindly. "What do you want me to do for you?" "I am Mrs. Merrill," she said timidly. "So the commissionaire said," replied the little man. "You are nervous about something?" "Oh, I am so frightened!" said the girl, with a shudder. "If he knows I have been here he'll--" "You have nothing to be frightened about Just sit here for one moment." He went into the next room, which had a branch telephone connection, and called up May. She was out, and he left an urgent message that she was to come, bringing Jasper with her, as soon as she returned. When he got back to his office, he found the girl as he had left her, sitting on the edge of a big armchair, plucking nervously at her handkerchief. "I have heard about you," she said. "He mentioned you once--before we went to that Sussex cottage with Mr. Crawley. They were going to bring another lady, and I was to look after her, but he--" "Who is 'he'?" asked Mr. Mann. "My husband," said the girl. "How long have you been married?" demanded the little man. "I ran away with him a long time ago," she said. "It has been an awful life; it was Mr. Crawley's idea. He told me that if I married Mr. Merrill he would take me to see my mother and Jasper. But he was so cruel--" She shuddered again. "We've been living in furnished houses all over the country, and I have been alone most of the time, and he would not let me go out by myself or do anything." She spoke in a subdued, monotonous tone that betrayed the nearness of a bad, nervous breakdown. "What does your husband call himself?" "Why, Frank Merrill," said the girl in astonishment; "that's his name. Mr. Crawley always told me his name was Merrill. Isn't it?" Mr. Mann shook his head. "My poor girl," he said sympathetically, "I am afraid you have been grossly deceived. The man you married as Merrill is an impostor." "An impostor?" she faltered. Mr. Mann nodded. "He has taken a good man's name, and I am afraid has committed abominable crimes in that man's name," said the investigator gently. "I hope we shall be able to rid you and the world of a great villain." Still she stared uncomprehendingly. "He has always been a liar," she said slowly. "He lied naturally and acted things so well that you believed him. He told me things which I know aren't true. He told me my brother was dead, but I saw his name in the paper the other day, and that is why I came to you. Do you know Jasper?" She was as naive and as unsophisticated as a schoolgirl, and it made the little man's heart ache to hear the plaintive monotony of tone and see the trembling lip.