"What did she tell you?"
"That the red pocket-book belonging to Jenner had been found by her in this house."
"To be particular, the garret," said Mrs. Marshall, pointing to the table. "There it is."
He looked at it with repugnance, and touched it gingerly. Then he opened it, glanced at the name, and laid it down with a sigh. There was no doubt it had been Jenner's property, the name was clear enough. "How did it come into your possession?" he asked, sharply.
"That is not an easy question for me to answer."
"Yet it can be answered, and must be, answered."
"How do you know that I will comply with your 'must'?" she asked, with scorn.
"Oh, I know you are hard to drive, but in this case you must speak out. I have the means to make you, that is if you have any regard for your husband."
"You know how I love him, little as he deserves it. You are talking of the bill. Oh, don't look so astonished. Frank told me of his conversation with you. It was by my advice that he went away."
"Inez, is it possible you can love so base a creature?"