“Now, when your husband heard of your engagement to Lord Madeley, didn’t he object strongly and threaten to make your marriage to him public?”
“Yes.”
“And didn’t you tell him that you were about to have a child, and that it wouldn’t be possible for you to marry Lord Madeley, and that, taking advantage of Lord Madeley’s inexperience of women, you and your sister had arranged that, though Eulalie Alvarez was engaged to him, it was Dolores Alvarez who was going to go through the ceremony of marriage with Lord Madeley in the name of Eulalie Alvarez?”
“Yes.”
“So that, when Dolores Alvarez was found dead, Sir John Rellingham thought it was his wife who was dead, and troubled no more, and stopped the allowance. Isn’t that so?”
And without waiting for a reply Tempest went on:
“Now, then, are you Sarah Jane Manuel—Eulalie Alvarez—Lady Rellingham? or are you Dorothy Manuel—Dolores Alvarez—Lady Madeley?”
“I’m Lady Rellingham—Eulalie.”
“Then it was Lady Madeley—Dolores—who died, and you have been living all these years masquerading as Lady Madeley? Isn’t that so?”
There was no answer.