She grasped his arm hastily.
"You—you do not know who it was that died. It must have been ..."
She stopped, with open mouth, not daring to go on.
"Was it my wife?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I think it must have been ... your wife."
Sven Elversson said nothing, but rose and walked across the room.
Now Sigrun in her turn sank down on a chair. "Death," she thought—"Death will not let me go. I had forgotten that the dead woman was Sven Elversson's wife when I asked him to help me."
She sat crying quietly, and pulling at a handkerchief. The eerie, drowsy, death-like feeling came over her again.
A few moments later, Sven Elversson came back to the table and sat down in the same position as before.
"Now tell me everything," he said.