Mason said, “We don’t know yet. I think you’d better prepare yourself for a shock. I think it’s someone you know.”
“Not… not… Oh, my God, it can’t be…”
“Your husband,” Mason said.
“My husband!” she exclaimed. There were both incredulity in her voice and a something which might have been relief. Then there was sudden panic again. “You mean that he… he might have done it, might have…”
“I think that the body is that of your husband,” Mason explained.
She gave a half-stifled exclamation and moved swiftly toward the bedroom door. Mason caught her arm.
“Don’t do it,” he said.
“Why not? I must find out…”
“You will, later. Right now, don’t spoil any of the fingerprints on that doorknob.”
“But I have a right to know. Can’t you see how I…”