I went and held the young gentleman by his arm with both my hands.
'Open the coffin!'
'I intend to.'
'My husband is not inside.'
'How do you know?'
'If he were inside, why should I hear him calling?'
'Calling? What do you mean?'
'I keep hearing him calling to me all the time.'
Mr. Howarth flung himself at me, seeming half beside himself with rage.
'It's a lie! You don't!'