“True enough! Afraid I said some things to Emily she won’t forget or forgive in a hurry. Don’t mind if they’ve only sunk in a bit. Probably water off a duck’s back, though. I said right out: ‘You’re an old woman, Emily, and there’s no fool like an old fool. The man’s twenty years younger than you, and don’t you fool yourself as to what he married you for. Money! Well, don’t let him have too much of it. Farmer Raikes has got a very pretty young wife. Just ask your Alfred how much time he spends over there.’ She was very angry. Natural! I went on, ‘I’m going to warn you, whether you like it or not. That man would as soon murder you in your bed as look at you. He’s a bad lot. You can say what you like to me, but remember what I’ve told you. He’s a bad lot!’ ”

“What did she say?”

Miss Howard made an extremely expressive grimace.

“ ‘Darling Alfred’⁠—‘dearest Alfred’⁠—‘wicked calumnies’⁠—‘wicked lies’⁠—‘wicked woman’⁠—to accuse her ‘dear husband’! The sooner I left her house the better. So I’m off.”