She has been known to take an oath that you should die if you slept in this house again.

You naturally, being a brave man, ignored all this, yet in the morning after your first night here there was blood upon your night clothes." Dominey's eyebrows were slowly raised.
"You are well served here," he observed, with involuntary sarcasm.
"That, for your own sake as well as ours, is necessary," was the terse reply.

"To continue, people of unsound mind are remarkably tenacious of their ideas.

There was certainly nothing of the murderess in her demeanour towards you last night.

Cannot you see that a too friendly attitude on her part might become fatal to our schemes ?" "In what way ?" "If ever your identity is doubted," Seaman explained, "the probability of which is, I must confess, becoming less every day, the fact that Lady Dominey seems to have so soon forgotten all her enmity towards you would be strong presumptive evidence that you are not the man you claim to be." "Ingenious," Dominey assented, "and very possible.