I lied when I said my marriage was a mistake.

It was not a mistake.

It was a crime committed against the dearest, sweetest woman that ever lived." "You mean-- ?" It was hard to tell what Tyson meant when he went off into reminiscences.

And for the moment Stanistreet's vision was obscured by a painful memory.

Three years ago a woman had come to his rooms and asked for Tyson.