Clare nodded reassuringly.
“Why had Doctor Imbrie left his wife?”
The woman’s eyes sparkled with resentment. “He didn’t leave her. She left him. She——”
“That will do!” ordered the Major.
But the woman raised her voice. “She threw up the fact of his having red blood to him—though she knew it well enough when she married him. He was all cut up about it. That was why he came up here.”
The Major, slightly embarrassed, turned to Stonor. “Will you question her?” he asked testily. “You are better informed as to the whole circumstances.”
“If I might hear the man’s story first, sir?”
“Very well. Send for him. What is the charge against the woman?”
“Shooting with intent to kill, sir.”
“Enter that, Coulter. Whom did she shoot at?”