“It may not,” I admitted.
“Would it help,” she asked quietly, “if I should step out of the picture — if I should disappear?”
I thought that over for a while, and said, “No. It wouldn’t help.”
“Stay and take it on the chin?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She said, “I don’t care a thing in the world so far as I’m concerned, but it makes an enormous difference to Charles.”
“I know it does.”
“Of course,” she said, “if the true facts were known, I think public sentiment—”
“Forget it,” I said. “It isn’t a question of public sentiment now. It isn’t a question of scandal. It isn’t a question of extramarital relations. He’s facing a murder charge.”
“I see,” she said, without batting an eyelash.