“Let us take a man⁠—a very ordinary man. A man with no idea of murder in his heart. There is in him somewhere a strain of weakness⁠—deep down. It has so far never been called into play. Perhaps it never will be⁠—and if so he will go to his grave honoured and respected by everyone. But let us suppose that something occurs. He is in difficulties⁠—or perhaps not that even. He may stumble by accident on a secret⁠—a secret involving life or death to someone. And his first impulse will be to speak out⁠—to do his duty as an honest citizen. And then the strain of weakness tells: Here is a chance of money⁠—a great amount of money. He wants money⁠—he desires it⁠—and it is so easy. He has to do nothing for it⁠—just keep silence. That is the beginning. The desire for money grows. He must have more⁠—and more! He is intoxicated by the gold mine which has opened at his feet. He becomes greedy. And in his greed he overreaches himself. One can press a man as far as one likes⁠—but with a woman one must not press too far. For a woman has at heart a great desire to speak the truth. How many husbands who have deceived their wives go comfortably to their graves, carrying their secret with them! How many wives who have deceived their husbands wreck their lives by throwing the fact in those same husbands’ teeth! They have been pressed too far. In a reckless moment (which they will afterwards regret,