“How did you know that?”
“Oh, I think they wanted me to know it,” said Adolph Platz’s wife, her soft voice suddenly hard and bitter. “He was more like a lunatic over her than a sane, grown-up man—he was indeed. I caught him kissing her twice—once in the pantry and once just behind the garage. They wanted me to catch them.”
“What did you do when you made this discovery?”
“The first time I didn’t do anything; I was too scared and sick and surprised. I didn’t know men did things like that—you know, not the men you married—not decent ones that were your brother’s best friends, like Adolph. Other men, might, but not them. I didn’t do anything but cry some at night. But the next time I saw them I wasn’t so surprised, and I was mad right through to my bones. I jumped right in and told both of them what I thought of them, and then I went right straight to Mrs. Ives and told her I was leaving the minute she could get someone else, and I told her why too. I told her she could keep Adolph, but not me.”
“What happened then?”
“Then she sent for Melanie and Adolph and they both said it wasn’t so.”
“Your Honour——”
“Never mind what anyone said, Mrs. Platz; just tell us what happened.”
“I couldn’t do that without telling you what we were all saying, sir. We were all talking at once, you see, and——”
“Yes. Well, suppose you just tell us what happened as a result of this conference?”