“Yes.”
“And he never mentioned any such suspicion?”
“Never.”
“One moment, Mr Turner,” said the Crown counsel, rising to cross-examine. “This lady is now the prisoner’s wife, is she not?”
“She is.”
“Didn’t it strike you as rather—well, queer—the stranger Durnford suddenly leaving you all in the way he did?”
“A little perhaps. But we supposed he knew his own business best. And some people are queer.”
“A—quite so—Mr Turner, I quite agree with you—they are,” said Mr Benham waggishly. “That will do, thank you.”
“That’s my defence, my lord,” said Mr Windgate.