"I suppose, Fanny, you will tell me something more of him."
"That is why I asked you to come, sir. If you're to do any good in this dreadful affair, you must know as much as I do about him."
"Very well, Fanny." I referred again to the first entry in the diary. "After stating that your husband went out with Devlin at nine o'clock in the morning, you say that he returned alone at six o'clock in the evening, and that he did not stir out of the house again on that night."
"Yes, sir."
"I see that you have made a record of the time Lemon went to bed and the time he rose next morning."
"To which, sir, I am ready to take my gospel oath."
"Supposing your gospel oath to be necessary."
"It might be. God only knows!"
I stared at her, beginning to doubt whether she was sane; but there was nothing in her face to justify my suspicion. The expression I saw on it was one of solemn, painful, intense earnestness.
"Go on, sir," she said, "if you please."