“Of course. You observe the small things of life. The larger events are built from them. Well, I can be candid with you. My husband believes that I not only deceived him in regard to my marriage, but he is, or was, very jealous of me.”
She paused, apparently unable to frame her words satisfactorily.
“Having said so much,” put in the barrister gently, “you might be more specific.”
His cool, even voice reassured her.
“I hardly know how best to express myself,” she cried. “Question me. I will reply so far as I am able.”
“Thank you. You have told me that you first met Mr. Capella on New Year’s Eve two years ago, at Covent Garden?”
“That is so.”
“Had you ever heard of him before?”
“Never. He was brought to my party by an Italian friend.”
“Did the acquaintance ripen rapidly?”