“She is not in her senses. She is madly in love. She has been told all about him. She cares nothing.”
“Told about the murder?”
“Yes.”
“My Lord, she must have a nerve!”
“She puts them all down as slanders.”
“Couldn’t you lay proofs before her silly eyes?”
“Well, can you help us do so?”
“Ain’t I a proof myself? If I stood before her and told her how he used me—”
“Would you do this?”
“Would I? Would I not!”
“Well, it might be worth trying. But he has told her most of his sins and had pardon from her, and I understand she will not reopen the question.”
“I’ll lay he didn’t tell her all,” said Miss Winter. “I caught a glimpse of one or two murders besides the