He knew that I was here and that we could not refuse to help him.

When he dragged himself here one night, weary and starving, with the warders hard at his heels, what could we do?
We took him in and fed him and cared for him.

Then you returned, sir, and my brother thought he would be safer on the moor than anywhere else until the hue and cry was over, so he lay in hiding there.
But every second night we made sure if he was still there by putting a light in the window, and if there was an answer my husband took out some bread and meat to him.

Every day we hoped that he was gone, but as long as he was there we could not desert him.

That is the whole truth, as I am an honest Christian woman and you will see that if there is blame in the matter it does not lie with my husband but with me, for whose sake he has done all that he has." The woman's words came with an intense earnestness which carried conviction with them.
"Is this true, Barrymore ?" "Yes, Sir Henry.