“How long had it been since your affection for her had revived?”
“It hadn’t revived. My affection for her, if that’s what you want to call it, hadn’t ever stopped.”
“Oh, I see. And at the time of the murder you were not convinced that it was hopeless?”
“No.”
“I see. But you were a good deal disturbed over this affair with Mr. Ives, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And when you went home you had a few more drinks just to celebrate the fact that you’d fixed everything up, didn’t you?”
“I had another drink or so.”
“And when you went up to bed with the detective story you took a full bottle of whisky with you, didn’t you?”
“I guess so.”