Mrs. Stapleton-Vandeleur: 

My husband had failed in the North. He had brought the school to disaster.
When we moved down South, he promised me that he would find a way to
staking our claim to the family fortune. He forced me to agree to be 
represented as his sister, instead of his wife, but I refused to help him 
in laying a trap for Sir Charles. He distrusted me thenceforward, and 
dared not leave me long out of his sight. It was for this reason that he 
took me to London with him. We lodged at the Mexborough Private Hotel,
in Craven Street, where he kept me imprisoned in my room. Wishing to warn 
Sir Henry, but fearing discovery by my husband, I adopted the expedient 
of cutting out the words which would form my message, and addressing the 
letter in a disguised hand.
