"You've been with her this evening. You've left me alone here all these hours to be with her. I don't count at all in your life. I don't know why you married me, unless it was to—to pay her out. I wish I'd never seen you. I wish I'd died before I ever married you. I wish—oh, I wish I could die now," she ended in a broken whisper.
Jimmy had fallen back a step; he was no longer looking at her. There was a curious expression of shocked horror in his, eyes as they stared past his wife into the silent room.
Presently:
"She's dead," he said hoarsely. "Cynthia Farrow is dead."
CHAPTER XIV
BITTERNESS
"Dead!" Christine echoed Jimmy's hoarse word in a dull voice, not understanding. "Dead!" she said again blankly.
He moved away from the door; he dropped into a chair and hid his face in his hands.
There was a moment of absolute silence.
Christine stared at Jimmy's bowed head with dull eyes.