"My wife!" He gave a short laugh. "Is not that a trifle farcical?"
"If it is, it's your fault!" she said in a choking voice.
"Oh, undoubtedly! I failed to satisfy you, didn't I? You wanted more excitement than was to be found in marriage with me, and one man's love was not enough for you. Tell me this, Helen; would you have married me if I had not been a rich man?"
She made a gesture, as though thrusting his words away from her, and rose jerkily to her feet, and stood with her back to him, staring out of the window. After a moment she said in a constricted tone: "If they don't arrest me for Ernie's murder, you had better divorce me."
"They won't arrest you. You needn't let that bugbear ride you."
"Things look very black against me," she said wearily. "I don't know that I care much."
"If things look black, you've kept something from me which must be of vital importance. Are you going to tell me what it is?"
She shook her head. "No. When the case is over - if we come out of it intact - I'll make it possible for you to divorce me."
"I'm not going to divorce you. Unless -'He stopped.
"Well? Unless?"