"She had given her captors the slip?"

"She had never been captured. Her wandering away had been caused by a
sudden and complete loss of memory. She usually dressed rather in the
style of a superior kind of charwoman, and it was not so very surprising
that she should have imagined that she was one; and still less that
people should accept her statement and help her to get work. She had
wandered as far afield as Birmingham, and found fairly steady employment
there, her energy and enthusiasm in putting people's rooms in order
counterbalancing her obstinate and domineering characteristics. It was
the shock of being patronisingly addressed as 'my good woman' by a
curate, who was disputing with her where the stove should be placed in a
parish concert hall that led to the sudden restoration of her memory. 'I
think you forget who you are speaking to,' she observed crushingly, which
was rather unduly severe, considering she had only just remembered it
herself."

"But," exclaimed the Journalist, "the Lofoden Island people! Who had
they got hold of?"

"A purely mythical prisoner. It was an attempt in the first place by
some one who knew something of the domestic situation, probably a
discharged valet, to bluff a lump sum out of Edward Umberleigh before the
missing woman turned up; the subsequent yearly instalments were an
unlooked-for increment to the original haul.

"Crispina found that the eight years' interregnum had materially weakened
her ascendancy over her now grown-up offspring. Her husband, however,
never accomplished anything great in the political world after her