"May I ask how you know this to be so, if it is so ?" she asked, and there was the sharpness of the wasp in her tone, as it seemed to Kitty.
"The Logan Trial--I mentioned it in my letter to you," interposed Kitty.
"He was shot for the evidence he gave at the trial.

Well, at the trial a great many questions were asked by a lawyer who wanted to hurt him, and he answered them." "Why did the lawyer want to hurt him ?" Mona Crozier asked quickly.
"Just mean-hearted envy and spite and devilry," was Kitty's answer.
"They were both handsome men, and perhaps that was it." "I never thought my husband handsome, though he was always distinguished looking," was the quiet reply.
"Ah, but you haven't seen him at all for so long!" remarked Kitty, a little spitefully.
"How do you know that ?" Mrs.Crozier was nettled, though she did not show it; but Kitty felt it was so, and was glad.
"He said so at the Logan Trial." "Was that the kind of question asked at the trial ?" the wife quickly interjected.
"Yes, lots of that kind," returned Kitty.
"What was the object ?" "To make him look not so distinguished--like nothing.

If a man isn't handsome, but only distinguished"-- Kitty's mood was dangerous--"and you make him look cheap, that's one advantage, and--" Here the Young Doctor, having observed the rising tide of antagonism in the tone of the voices behind him, gently interposed, and made it clear that the purpose was to throw a shadow on the past of her husband in order to discredit his evidence; to which Mrs.Crozier nodded her understanding.

She liked the Young Doctor, as who did not who came in contact with him, except those who had fear of him, and who had an idea that he could read their minds as he read their bodies.

And even this girl at her side--Mona Crozier realised that the part she had played was evidently an unselfish one, though she felt with piercing intuition that whatever her husband thought of the girl, the girl thought too much of her husband.