"Blackmail," snarled Woodart.
"Why no. Not at all."
"You name it."
"It need have no name. You see, Woodart, I've learned that I no longer need the protection of the legality that prevents a wife from testifying against her husband. Her husband is dead."
"So?"
"Well, it isn't blackmail to perform a service for someone."
"Meaning?"
"Divorce comes high," explained Foster pointedly.
"After which—if done—you could continue to ask for more," said Woodart angrily. "You could threaten to prove that you were paid to get the divorce, a mere matter of blackening the character of a woman whose only error was being blind enough to take a second look at you."
"Your ingenious mind is too complex," said Foster quietly.