Elsie stared and stared at Mr. Cleaver. “I never meant Leslie to do it!” she cried suddenly and wildly.
“But you knew he was going to?”
“No, no, no!”
“Mrs. Williams, tell me the truth. You and Morrison were madly in love with one another, and had been for over a year?”
She nodded.
“You knew that your husband would never, in any circumstances, set you free?”
“Yes. We asked him, begged him to. He—he was very cruel, Mr. Cleaver.”
“You and Morrison would not face open scandal by going away together?”
“It wasn’t that.”
“What was it, then?”