"After all, what does it matter?
Perhaps it's as well I don't know who the man was, for if I did, I'd kill him!" He set his teeth and glowered at nothing and smote his left palm with his right fist, and there was a long silence.

Presently he repeated: "I'd kill him!" We fell to discussing the whole matter over again.

Why, I asked, should we assume that the poor child was led astray by a villain?
Might there not have been a romantic marriage which, for some reason we could not guess, she desired to keep secret for a tune?
Had she not been bright and happy from January to June?
And that night of tragedy...

What more likely than that she had gone forth to keep tryst with her husband and accidentally met her death?
"He arrives," said I, "waits for her.

She never comes.