"This is a dismal subject," he exclaimed. "Let us change it. Will you answer the questions I want to ask you about the bank affair?"
"Ask them. Oh! ask the wretched things and let me get it over. Sure I begin to hate the mention of it," she exclaimed as she shrugged her shoulders impatiently.
Without apparently heeding her objection, he asked her to say whether anyone was in the passage as she passed from the dining-room to the entrance of the bank.
"Of course there was. Didn't I tell Brennan at once?" she said.
"Who was it?"
"His wife."
"Brennan's?"
"Brennan's! No! The bank manager's; she was just outside the door—listening, I'll be bound."
"You are sure of that?"
"Sure that she was listening? Well, isn't she a woman? What else would she be doing?"