“May I ask why?”
“If it can be helped, we do not want your wife to suffer more than she must for what you have done. Nor do we want a scandal. If you will leave the country, and never come back, we will do what we can to hush the whole thing up.”
A light came into Woodman’s ashen face. “I see,” he said.
“Do you admit that all we have told you is true?”
“It doesn’t seem to be much good denying it now.”
“You will sign, in our presence, a confession that you committed these murders?”
“I don’t know what for. No, I won’t sign anything.”
“But you admit it.”
“Between ourselves, yes. In public, a thousand times no.”
Woodman even smiled as he said this.