I quarrelled with her and the engagement was broken off, but I still loved her with all my heart and soul." Then he went on to tell of how maddened he had been when he had seen her talking to Major Mallett, and of the conversation he had overheard in her father's garden, on the evening before she was missing.
"I jumped at the conclusion at once, Miss Greendale, that it was Captain Mallett, as he was then.

He had been round saying goodbye to the tenants that afternoon, and I knew that he was going abroad.
What could I suppose but that he had ruined my poor girl, and had persuaded her to go out to join him in India?
I waited for a time, while they searched for the body I knew they would never find.

My own father and mother, in their hearts, thought that I had murdered her in a fit of jealous rage.

At last I made up my mind to enlist in his regiment, to follow him to India, kill him, find her, and bring her home." "How dreadful!" the girl murmured.
"It was dreadful, Miss Greendale.

I believe now that I must have been mad at the time.