Mrs. Belswin laughed long and loudly.
"Do you, indeed? And may I ask how you intend to stop me?"
Mr. Dombrain leaned across the desk, glanced round to make sure they were alone, then whispered slowly--
"By asking you how you killed your husband."
She sprang to her feet with a pale face, her eyes flashing fiercely.
"It's a lie! You know I had nothing to do with it."
"I'm afraid a jury wouldn't take that view if they heard my evidence."
"Your evidence! the evidence of a felon."
"That's a pretty name, but instead of abusing me, you'd better look after yourself."
Mrs. Belswin sat down again and spoke deliberately.