He stopped, and took out his cigar-case.
“Running!” I said.
“She had parted finally from Glynd in front of Miss Bassett’s cottage,” he said. “He told me that afterwards.”
There was a moment’s silence. Then he spoke more calmly.
“I went up to town when the child was safe, and had it out with Glynd. They had meant to go that night. It was the boy who stopped them and they took it as a judgment. You know how women are. Glynd swore she was stopped in time. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“He didn’t lie to me.”
“And your wife?”
“I never spoke of it to her. I saw her with the boy, and—well, I saw her with the boy, and what she was to him when he was close to death.”
His voice went for a moment. Then he added: