It's for Janette.

I'm not thinking much about Mrs.
Becker--just now." Steele's breath came quickly and his lips were almost snarling in his hatred of the man before him.
"It's a lie!" gasped Nome chokingly, his face ashen white.

"You lie when you say I killed--Janette." The fingers of Steele's pistol hand twitched.
"How I'd like to kill you!" he breathed.

"You won his wife, Nome; you broke his heart--and after that he killed himself.

You sent a report into headquarters that he killed himself by accident.