It was very much like my own--a husband who was a perfect bear, and then gossip about him that so many people, besides his own wife, seemed to know, and--" Constance shook her head.

"Really," she observed thoughtfully, "it's a wonder to me how any one stays married these days.

Somebody is always mixing in, getting one or the other so wrought up that they get to thinking there is no possibility of happiness.

That's where the crook detective comes in." Anita Douglas, confidence established now, poured out her story unreservedly, as there was little reason why she should not, a story of the refined brutality and neglect and inhumanity of her husband.
She told of her own first suspicions of him, of a girl who had been his stenographer, a Miss Helen Brett.
But he was careful.

There had never been any direct, positive evidence against him.