"H'm, well—I confess that signs and omens are not much in my line, but I must really insist upon your giving some explanation as to why you feared that your mistress would murder Lord Wilmersley."
The woman's lips twitched convulsively and her eyes glowed with sombre fire.
"Because—if you will know it—he loved her more than was natural—he loved her more than his God; and the Lord God is a jealous God."
"And this is really your only reason for your extraordinary supposition?"
"For me it is enough," she replied.
"Well, well—very curious indeed!" said the coroner, regarding the woman intently.
He paused for a moment.
"How did you pass the evening of the murder?" he asked.
"In my room. I had a headache and went early to bed."
"I suppose somebody saw you after you left Lady Wilmersley's room who can support your statement?"