The Lonely Bride by Fred M. White

Meanwhile Cattley had gone off in the direction of Holder's lodgings, dragging the miserable man after him. There were no lights in the farmhouse except in the room downstairs, which was devoted to Holder's requirements. The blinds were down and the windows appeared to be fastened, but Cattley knew better than that. He led the way across the grass and pulled one of the old-fashioned casements open. Then he pushed Holder into the room and followed after him. Holder seemed dazed and utterly incapable of doing anything of his own free will. He dropped into a chair obediently enough, and Cattley took one opposite to him.

-"Now," the latter said. "We are going to have an understanding. How many years have you been robbing your employer? To my certain knowledge you began twenty years ago, or in all probability I should never have left England at all. You smug-faced old rascal, I can hardly keep my hands off you."