“What was her good reason?”
“Well, you know, Mr. Stannard was—that is,—he had eyes for other people beside his wife.”
“You, for instance.”
“Yes!” and the flower face took on a look of positive hatred, and of angry reminiscence. “I have no kindly thought of Eric Stannard, if he is dead.”
“He was kind to you.”
“Too kind,—in some ways,—and not enough so in others.”
“And his wife was jealous?”
“Who wouldn’t be! He petted her to death one day and the next he neglected her shamefully. I will trust you, Mr. Roberts. Now, listen; if Joyce killed Eric,—I don’t say she did, but if she did, why can’t we just hush up the matter, and pry into it no more? Barry wants that and so do I. And who else is to be considered?”
“The law, justice, humanity, all things right and fair.”
“Rubbish! Let those things go. Consider the wishes of the people most concerned.”