"I went to sit on the doorstep——"
"Well, go on."
"A moment afterwards Vranic was standing in front of me."
The husband's eyes flashed with rage.
"Knowing that you would not wake, he begged me to let him come in. He saw me wretched and forlorn; he would comfort me."
"You lie!" He hissed these words out through his set teeth, and caught hold of her neck to throttle her. Then, all at once, he turned his mad rage against himself, and thumped his head with all his strength, exclaiming:
"Fool, fool, fool that I am!" Then, after a short silence, and with a sullen look: "And you, what did you do?"
"I got up, came in, and slammed the door in his face."
Radonic caught his wife in his arms, and kissed her.
"Tell me one thing more. Where were you yesterday evening?"