Mr. Wrench shook his head, and said, “Not a soul—not one person.”
“There is a servant, of course, or servants?”
“Only one, I believe.”
“Oh! only one—eh?”
“As far as I have been able to ascertain.”
“And is she to be got at? Most domestic servants are.”
“Well, that remains to be seen. I have not made any attempt to enlist her in our service, and for this reason: should she be faithful to her mistress—which is more than likely—it would be putting them on their guard.”
“Just so; that is clear enough, Wrench. Well, I cannot do better than leave it in your hands. You know what is requisite—proofs, clear and unmistakeable proofs, that he has committed adultery.”
“When I obtain further information I will see you again,” returned the detective, as he left the lawyer’s chambers.
Mr. Wrench pondered over the matter.