“I do; yes.”
“How do you account for that spot and the slight injury made to her finger? Should you not say that the ring had been dragged from her hand?”
“I should.”
“By whom was it dragged? By you?”
“No, sir.”
“By herself, then?”
“It would seem so.”
“Much passion must have been in that act. Do you think that any ordinary quarrel between husband and wife would account for the display of such fury? Are we not right in supposing a deeper cause for the disturbance between you than the slight one you offer in way of explanation?”
An inaudible answer; then a sudden straightening of Francis Jeffrey’s fine figure. And that was all.
“Mr. Jeffrey, in the talk you had with your wife on Tuesday morning was Miss Tuttle’s name introduced?”