The governor stared at the paper. "Boyne's wife, eh?" he said in a strange mood. "Boyne's wife—what is she doing here?"
Calhoun told him briefly as he took the paper back, and added: "It was accident that brought us all together here, your honour, but the hand of God is in it."
"Is she very ill?"
"She will not live, I think."
"To whom did she tell her story?"
"To Miss Sheila Llyn."
The governor was nettled.
"Oh, to Miss Llyn When did you see her?"
"Just before I came to you."
"What did the woman look like—this Noreen Boyne?"