Boyne was older than you, and perhaps you cut him out with a woman." A wry smile wrinkled the corners of Dyck's mouth.

"You mean his wife ?" he asked with irony.

"Wife--no!" retorted the old man.

"Damn it, no! He wasn't the man to remain true to his wife." "So I understand," remarked Dyck; "but I don't know his wife.

I never saw her, except at the trial, and I was so sorry for her I ceased to be sorry for my self.