"I ought to. He was an old friend of mine, and I was her bridesmaid when she married him."
"Why did she keep him dark?"
"Well, he got into a bit of trouble."
"Go on! out with it all! and don't you stammer!"
"I'm not stammering, and I'm going on as fast as ever I can! I never saw anyone like you. He got into prison, that's what he did, and of course she wasn't proud of it. He only came out the morning of the day he came down here; my husband and me lent him the money to come with, and we want our money back again--we can't afford to lose it."
"I see. His object in coming was blackmail--like yours. Is that all the pull?"
"All! I should think it's enough, considering. But, as it happens, it isn't all."
"What else is there?"
"Why, she killed him."
"How do you know?"