"I saw the tall figure of a man, whom I afterwards made sure was
Mr. Etheridge, coming down Factory Road on his way to the bridge
when I turned about to get Reuther."

"All of which you suppressed at the trial."

"I was not questioned on this point, sir."

"Madam,"--he was standing very near to her now, hemming her as it
were into that decaying corner--"I should have a very much higher
opinion of your candour if you told me the whole story."

"I have, sir."

His hands rose, one to the right hand wall, the other to the left,
and remained there with their palms resting heavily against the
rotting plaster. She was more than ever hemmed in; but, though she
felt a trifle frightened at his aspect which certainly was not
usual, she faced him without shrinking and in very evident
surprise.

"You went immediately home with the child after that glimpse you
got of Mr. Etheridge?"

"Yes; I had no reason in the world to suppose that anything was
going to happen in the ravine below us. Of course, I went straight
on; there were things to be done at home, and--you don't believe
me, sir."