“When did you see her again?”
“About a quarter of an hour later.”
“Was her testimony as to what followed correct?”
“Oh, it was correct enough as far as it went.”
“It went further than she told us?”
“Considerably,” said Mr. Ives, a grimly reminiscent smile flitting across his haggard young face.
“In what direction?”
“In the direction of violent hysterics and general lunacy,” said Mr. Ives unfeelingly.
“What was the cause of these—er—manifestations?”
“Miss Page,” said Mr. Ives with great clarity and precision, “is a high-strung, unbalanced, hysterical little idiot Mrs. Ives had——”