Fane looked up. "I'll swear to that certainly," he said solemnly. "I did not kill her."
Arnold turned from him in disgust, thinking to save his neck he was lying, but Walter caught him by the coat. "Calvert! Calvert! listen to me only a moment--only a moment. I swear by all that's holy that I did not lay a finger on Flora."
"You acknowledge that she was your wife?"
"I do--I do."
"And that she came to the house?"
"Yes, yes!"
"And that you saw her there?"
"Not alive--not alive. She was dead when I set eyes on her."
"That's a lie, anyhow," said Tracey.
"It is not a lie."