"That is well," he said at last, his eyes glowing deep; "she was getting too great a hold on you, that young woman!" "She retains that hold upon me, sir," I answered curtly.
"You are making a grave mistake in life, my dear Cumberledge," he went on, in his old genial tone, which I had almost forgotten.

"Before you go further, and entangle yourself more deeply, I think it is only right that I should undeceive you as to this girl's true position.

She is passing under a false name, and she comes of a tainted stock....

Nurse Wade, as she chooses to call herself, is a daughter of the notorious murderer, Yorke-Bannerman." My mind leapt back to the incident of the broken basin.
Yorke-Bannerman's name had profoundly moved her.

Then I thought of Hilda's face.