I think that any one around here would tell you," she went on, dropping her voice a little, "that Everard killed Roger and threw him into one of those swampy places near the Black Wood, where a body sinks and sinks and nothing is ever seen of it again." "I do not believe he did anything of the sort," Dominey declared.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied doubtfully.

"Everard had a terrible temper, and that night he came home covered with blood, looking--awful! It was the night when I was taken ill." "Well no more tragedies," he insisted.

"I have come up to remind you that we have guests here.

When are you coming down to see them ?" She laughed like a child.
"You say 'we' just as though you were really my husband," she declared.
"You must not tell any one else of your fancy," he warned her.
She acquiesced at once.
"Oh, I quite understand," she assured him.

"I shall be very, very careful.